As the old Master's form began to dissolve into shimmering tendrils of light, his final words struck the air like the toll of a bell.
"Now it lies in your hands—whether you choose to break her or make her whole," he said, his voice weighted with the inevitability of their burden. His eyes, sharp and filled with an almost accusatory intensity, scanned each of them, holding them frozen in place. "That's all. And one more thing..."
He paused, his gaze narrowing into a glare that pierced through their very souls. "Don't think about using your magic powers. Don't rely on yourselves. This path demands more than what you think you have."
His last words hung heavy in the air, reverberating like a command and a warning all at once. Then, like smoke in the wind, the Master disappeared, leaving nothing but the faint hum of lingering magic in the space he had occupied.
