LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
There are moments when fury feels like a living, breathing thing—a creature clawing its way out of your chest. That's what it felt like when Elizabeth finally shattered the witches' magic barrier. The force of her power made the air hum and crackle, and for the first time in hours, I could feel the bond with my baby girl again. It was faint, like a flickering candlelight, but it was enough to guide me.
"Elizabeth," I said, my voice rough, "don't hold back now. Tear everything down."
She gave me a brief nod, her hands still glowing with raw energy as she muttered another incantation. With a deafening crack, the barrier collapsed, revealing the witches' territory—a sprawling expanse of land that was eerily quiet, except for the rustle of trees swaying in unnatural wind currents.