Ace rushes inside, his heartbeat drumming in his ears as he steps into Max and Rica's cabin. Determined to inform them that Lila might be on her way here.
The air inside is thick with magic, charged and crackling like static before a storm.
The dimly lit space flickers with the glow of candles, their flames wavering as if reacting to the energy swirling around.
Max and Rica stand in the center of the room, their eyes closed, hands lifted as they weave invisible threads of power into existence.
Their lips move in silent chants, their concentration so deep that they seem unaware of Ace's abrupt entrance.
The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping around him like an unseen force.
Ace opens his mouth to speak, but stops himself.
He can't.
They're too far gone into their spell, too immersed in whatever magic they're conjuring.
