In the darkness of the Forbidden Forest, Sebastian led the way, his grip tight around his wand, while you and Ominis followed reluctantly. The tension was palpable, as Ominis walked with clear discomfort.

“This is insane, Sebastian,” Ominis muttered, his blind eyes scanning the forest as though he could feel the darkness surrounding them. “You’re not thinking straight.”

Sebastian turned sharply, his expression hard. “You’ve said that enough. You’re not going to stop me, Ominis. This relic could save Anne.”

“It could also kill you,” Ominis shot back. “Or worse.”

You stepped forward cautiously. “Sebastian, you’re risking too much. This forest, this magic—it’s too dangerous.”

Sebastian narrowed his eyes, a cruel smirk pulling at his lips. “Dangerous? Good. That means we’re on the right track.”

Ominis let out a frustrated breath. “You’re playing with forces you don’t understand, and you’re dragging us along with you.”

Sebastian’s gaze flicked between the two of you, his voice colder than ever. “I didn’t ask either of you to come. If you can’t stomach the risk, leave.”