Chapter 80 The Heartstone's Call

• The battle between light and dark, power and restraint, had reached its climax. Meher stood at the center of the clearing, her heart pounding as the figure before her, cloaked in shadow, unleashed tendrils of dark magic that writhed like serpents. The forest itself seemed to lean in, listening, as though the world held its breath.
• Ayaan stood beside her, gripping his sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the dark figure. The forest around them was unnaturally still, every tree, every blade of grass seemingly suspended in time, waiting for the outcome of this moment. The only sound was the rapid beating of their hearts and the distant whisper of wind through the trees.
• The dark figure's presence was suffocating, its power cold and foreboding. Meher could feel the immense energy radiating from it—this was no ordinary opponent. This was the very force of chaos that had been clawing at the edges of the world, threatening to unravel everything they had fought for.