Arkened with the strain of what she had witnessed. Ariana sat beside her, hands clasped tightly in her lap, her normally steady presence rattled by the prophecy that had been revealed.
The prophecy had come to Selene the night before, in a vision that had shaken her to her core. It was not just the Severing Ritual that was at stake—it was everything. The cryptic warning echoed in her mind: *"The Severing will break more than bonds; it will tear souls apart."*
Selene had interpreted the vision with growing horror. The Severing Ritual, if completed, wouldn't just break Demion and Ariana's magical bond. It would tear apart the very essence of who they were, stripping away their souls until there was nothing left. Their existence could be wiped from reality entirely, erased from the fabric of the magical world as if they had never been.