Inside the Ritual Room, silver rune networks pulsed along the walls like veins.
All eyes were fixed on the two figures at the center of the Array.
Ron, immersed in Meditation, and Eve, surrounded by an aura of enhanced Life Energy.
The girl clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles white from exertion.
Inaudible prayers escaped her lips, an ancient healing prayer, her voice trembling yet firm.
Cassandra stood at the edge of the Array, her purple eyes flickering with complex emotions.
Suddenly, she retrieved an intricately carved sandalwood box from her storage space.
The surface of the box was engraved with Preservation Runes, emitting a faint green light.
"Crystals of the Fountain of Life, heart's blood of a Pure-blooded Sea Siren, and Nightlight Essence..."
The Witch's voice was soft, but every Great Wizard present heard it clearly.
She took out the precious materials from the box one by one, each worth a fortune.
