The moon hung low in the sky, a sliver of silver peeking through the trees. The courtyard of the mansion, normally serene and quiet, was now filled with an underlying tension as Amon, Lilith, Malachi, Kiana, and Avilyn gathered in preparation for the ritual.
The air hummed with anticipation, an unspoken understanding that this night would change everything.
Lilith stood beside Amon, her fingers tracing the edges of the ancient fairy book that Kiana had given her earlier. Her heart raced as the reality of the situation settled in. Her powers had been growing—too quickly, too strongly.
She could feel it, and so could Amon. The energy between them had become more unpredictable during their training sessions, making it clear that tonight's ritual was more than necessary.
"We've never done something like this before," Lilith murmured, turning to Amon. Her voice was steady, but the unease in her eyes gave away her deeper concerns.