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Third Person’s Point of View

The chamber was unlike anything any of them had ever seen before. The walls were adorned with ancient glyphs, and the air was thick with magic. In the center of the room was a circular podium, and on it was a crystal orb. It glowed with an ethereal light, beckoning them closer.

Asclepius stepped forward, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this was the moment she had been preparing for her entire life.

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hands on the orb and began to chant. It was a language she had never spoken before, but the words came to her naturally, as if they had been carved into her memory.

As she spoke, the orb began to glow brighter, and the glyphs on the walls began to glow with a soft light. The air grew charged with electricity, and the group watched in awe as the room was transformed.

And then, with a blinding flash of light, it was over. The orb shattered, and Asclepius fell back, gasping for breath. The group rushed to her side