Freya stood at the edge of the boundary spell, her fingers tracing the invisible wall that imprisoned you both. The air was charged with the remnants of dark magic, a trap laid by a cunning witch who had been tormenting New Orleans. You both had hoped to confront her separately, but she was one step ahead, luring you and Freya into this magical cage—trapped together by a powerful boundary spell.

Freya’s sharp blue eyes flicked toward you, her frustration evident. “This boundary spell is stronger than I expected,” she muttered, her tone edged with irritation. “We need to find a way to break it before she returns. Got any ideas, or should I handle this myself?”