Chapter 12: The Price of Freedom

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Leona and Dante crouched in a hidden alley as they caught their breath. They'd done it, they had Alistair's crystal sphere, the object that held his power. But Leona's hands shook as she held it, feeling its strange, humming energy.

Dante looked at her, his voice quiet but firm. "This is our chance, Leona. With this crystal, we can break the bond. But we have to act now. Alistair will come for us soon."

Leona nodded, her heart pounding. "What do we need to do?"

He took a deep breath. "The ritual has to happen under the full moon. It's old magic, powerful enough to break Alistair's hold. But..." He hesitated, looking down. "It'll cost us. To break the bond, we have to give up something important our memories."

"Memories?" Leona whispered. She hadn't expected this. "What kind of memories?"

"Ones that hold strong emotions. They'll fuel the ritual, weakening the bond," Dante explained, his voice gentle but serious.

Leona took a deep breath. The thought of losing memories scared her, but the thought of staying bound to Alistair was worse.

"Okay," she said softly. "I'm ready."

They waited until the moon was high, its light casting shadows on the walls around them. Leona closed her eyes, steadying her breath, feeling a spark of hope. But just as they were about to begin, a loud crash echoed down the alley. She turned to see Alistair's guards storming toward them, their eyes hard and cold.

One of the guards sneered, locking his gaze on her. "Did you really think you could get away?"

Leona's heart sank. They were out of time.

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