Lea Spini’s breath hitched. The incantation felt wrong now, too loud in the echoing silence. The shimmering figure—the guardian—wasn't benevolent. Its blue light pulsed with an unsettling intensity, and those faint figures swirling around it… were they pleading or warning? Her hand trembled as she reached out, a desperate gesture of peace. Was this a blessing or a trap? A surge of icy fear gripped her; the air thickened, heavy with unspoken intent. She didn't know if it wished her harm, but in that moment, Lea only knew she desperately wanted to run.