The crystal at the center of the chamber pulsed with blinding light, its energy radiating outward in waves that rippled through the air like a storm across the sea. The hum of power grew louder, vibrating in Kael's bones, making his heart race with the intensity of it. As Morgana's chant grew louder, the walls of the sanctum seemed to tremble in response, the very foundation of the place threatening to buckle under the strain of the magic they were channeling.
"Hold firm!" Morgana's voice rang out, clear and strong despite the growing chaos. "We must keep the focus! This is our only chance!"
Kael gritted his teeth, pushing through the overwhelming pressure. His hand still rested on the pedestal, feeling the pulse of the crystal beneath his fingertips. The power was intoxicating, but it was also dangerous—fragile, like a blade balanced on the edge of a cliff. They were not just trying to close a door; they were trying to hold back a flood.