The Pattern
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2024-07-24 21:30:06

Calvin then asked Lizzie, "What exactly are we looking for here? What did you see in your vision?"

Lizzie frowned, feeling the immense pressure from the amulet on her chest. "I feel like the amulet's power is about to explode. I have to use my power now, or we might never find the answer," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and determination.

Calvin nodded firmly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I'll protect you, Lizzie. Do what you need to do," he said with conviction.

Lizzie took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She closed her eyes and focused her mind, summoning the energy within her. Almost immediately, her body began to emit a soft, green glow. The light grew brighter, but the sunlight filtering through the dusty windows of the house helped to obscure it from the outside.

Calvin stood beside her, feeling a mix of awe and anxiety. "Lizzie, be careful," he whispered, his voice barely audible as his eyes darted around the room, constantly scanning t
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