The amulet burned against Ashina's chest, searing through fabric and skin. But the pain was distant, overwhelmed by Morgana's dark magic tearing through her, trying to drain her life force, trying to reach her unborn child.
'No,' she thought desperately. 'Not my baby. You can't have my baby.'
Through the agony, she felt it power, ancient and vast, flooding toward her from somewhere far away. Mira. The old healer was dying, was giving everything she had, and her magic was coming home.
'Accept it,' Mira's voice whispered through the connection. 'Don't fight it, child. Let me in. Let me help you save them.'
Ashina dropped every shield, every barrier, opening herself completely to Mira's gift.
Power crashed into her like a tidal wave.
