The bridge led them to a hidden sanctuary a garden tucked away in a pocket of space where time seemed to move differently. Glowing flowers hung from the liquid light fell into a crystal clear pond.
" We don't have much time, "Zian said, his voice echoing against the stone walls. He gestured toward the Golden Key in Dua's hand. " The shadows are growing stronger every hour. You need to learn how to summon the light at will, not just when you are terrified. "
Huli hopped onto a nearby rock, her three tails swaying rhythmically. " Focus, Dua. Magic isn't just about power; it's about intent. You must feel the history of the key flowing through your veins. "
Dua took a deep breath and tried to concentrate. She close her eyes, trying to reach for that golden warmth she had felt in the chamber. But nothing happened. The key remained cold and silent in her palm.
"It's not working, " Dua whispered, frustration bubbling up.
"Because you are trying to force it, " Zian said, stepping closer. He reached out and placed his hand over hers, guiding her grip on the key. His touch was cold, like steel, but his eyes were fixed on hers with an intensity that made her heart rece. "Don't fight it. Listen to it. The key is a part of you now. "
Suddenly, a faint hum vibrated thought Dua's arm. The golden light flickered, small sparks dancing around her fingers. But as soon as she tried to grab onto the feeling, it vanished.
"Again, " Zian commanded.
Hours passed. Dua's muscles ached, and her mind felt exhausted. Just as she was about to give up. Huli let out a sharp bark. A small training drone, an ancient relic of the city, flew toward Dua. Without thinking, Dua swung her arm, and a whip of pure golden energy lashed out, knocking the drone back.
Dua gasped, staring at the key. She had finally done it. But the look on Zian's face wasn't one of celebration it was a look of deep concern. "You have the spark, " He muttered. " But the fire you just lit will act as a beacon for the master of Shadows. "