The Hospital (Sam and colby)

One final fight

 "This is it," Amanda murmured, her voice filled with awe. "The Spirit Guide. It's a grimoire, a book of spells and incantations to communicate with the other side. Sam must have been trying to tell us to use it to fight the malevolent force."

Colby's heart raced as he turned the ancient pages. They were brittle and yellowed with age, the ink still stark and vibrant despite the centuries. The book looked like it belonged in a museum, but here it was with a page that practically vibrated with power.The moment Colby's eyes fell upon the glowing script, the room's temperature dropped, sending shivers down his spine. The air grew heavy with anticipation, thick with the scent of dust and the faint, metallic tang of something ancient and powerful. The words on the page swirled before his eyes, a mix of languages he'd never seen before, yet somehow, he understood them.Amanda's gaze flickered to him, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and excitement. She nodded firmly, her jaw set with determination. They had stumbled into this nightmare together, and now they would face the creature as one.With a deep breath, Colby pushed open the heavy metal door to the secret room. It creaked ominously, revealing a chamber shrouded in shadows. The air was thick with an eerie silence that seemed to pulse with the heartbeat of the malevolent force they had come to confront. The walls were lined with dusty tomes and arcane artifacts, remnants of explorers desperate quest for knowledge.As Colby stepped forward, the creature's grip on his soul tightened once more. It was like a vice around his chest, squeezing until he could barely breathe. His vision blurred and his legs buckled. The grimoire slipped from his grasp, landing with a thud on the cold stone floor. Amanda rushed to his side, her hand reaching for his, but she was too late. The creature had claimed him again.Her heart hammered in her chest as she looked down at Colby's lifeless form. Panic surged through her veins, a potent mix of fear and desperation. But she knew what she had to do. This wasn't the end. It couldn't be. She took a deep, shaky breath and picked up the grimoire. The pages fluttered open to the incantation they had been studying, the words pulsing with an otherworldly light.With trembling hands, Amanda began to read. The language was ancient and harsh, the syllables foreign to her tongue, but as she spoke them, they filled her with a strange, unyielding power. The room grew colder, the shadows shifting and stretching as if they were alive. The malevolent force that held Colby hostage took notice, its grip loosening just enough to allow him to gasp for breath.The words of the incantation grew louder, stronger, echoing off the walls of the chamber. Amanda could feel the energy building around her, a tempest of light and dark swirling in a dance as old as time itself. Her eyes never left the grimoire, her voice never wavered, as she recited the ancient spell that promised relief from their torment.Colby's chest began to rise and fall with shallow breaths. His eyes flickered open, revealing pupils dilated with terror. He tried to speak, to warn her, but no sound came out. The creature's influence was still strong, a silent scream etched on his face. Amanda's grip on the book tightened, her eyes burning with the determination to free him.The incantation grew more complex, the words intertwining in a tapestry of power that she could almost see shimmering in the air. The pressure in the room grew so intense it felt like the walls were closing in, and the temperature plummeted. Ice began to form on the metal surfaces, and their breaths came out in misty puffs.As she reached the climax of the spell, the grimoire's pages fluttered wildly, and a blinding light filled the chamber. A deafening boom echoed through the space, and the ground beneath their feet trembled violently. The explosion of energy was like nothing Amanda had ever felt before—a cataclysmic force that seemed to rip the very fabric of reality apart. The shadows that had danced around the room grew inky black, swirling into a maelstrom that threatened to consume them.The malevolent force howled in fury, its grip on Colby's soul momentarily weakened by the power of the incantation. The air grew colder still, and the light grew so bright that Amanda had to close her eyes against the onslaught. The heat of the explosion washed over her, searing her skin and stealing the breath from her lungs. Her ears rang with the sound of ancient whispers, and the scent of ozone filled the air.When she dared to open her eyes again, the world had gone black. The light had vanished, leaving her in utter darkness. Her heart thudded in her chest, the only sound in the eerie silence. The grimoire felt hot in her hands, almost alive with the power it had channeled. She reached out, her hand trembling, searching for Colby. Her fingertips brushed against something warm and solid—his arm. She gripped it tightly, willing him to be okay.

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