CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE - Magic and Mayhem

"The basement," the mage replied, her voice strained. "I've prepared a chamber there, heavily warded. It should provide better protection." As they made their way through the mansion, Erik bellowing orders to his pack members to secure the perimeter, the magical assault intensified. Dark symbols began to appear on the walls, pulsing with malevolent energy. The air grew thick and oppressive, making it difficult to breathe. Anna clung to Erik, her body trembling not just with fear, but with the surge of magical energy responding to the threat. She could feel her unborn child moving restlessly within her, as if sensing the danger. They reached the basement, Elara quickly ushering them into a circular chamber lined with glowing runes. As soon as they crossed the threshold, the oppressive feeling lessened, replaced by a sense of security. Elara sealed the entrance, adding layer upon layer of protective spells. When she finally turned to face Erik and Anna, her face was drawn with exhaus