Chapter Twelve
Sabrina's Point of View
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The battlefield was chaos, a cacophony of clashing steel, battle cries, and the scent of blood hanging heavy in the air. My sword sliced through the enemy ranks with precision, each movement driven by a dark energy coursing through me. Every strike, every enemy that fell, felt like a small step toward justice. But deep down, I couldn't ignore the gnawing question: Was I becoming the very thing I sought to destroy?
The darkness was alive within me. It whispered promises of power, of triumph, of complete domination over those who had wronged me. With each passing moment, it became harder to push those whispers aside. They coiled around my heart, fueling my determination but threatening to consume me entirely.
"Focus, Sabrina," Peter's voice cut through the din of battle. He fought alongside me, his movements a blur of lethal precision. "You can't let it take over now."
