(Just before Azalea departed)
My mind began to race, turning over possibilities. My knowledge of these matters was quite limited, and the options available to me felt even more so. It was like staring into a fog, knowing there were answers hidden within but unable to grasp them.
Every logical pathway seemed to lead to another dead end, each deduction bringing new questions rather than clarity. I felt a familiar pressure building behind my eyes, the sign that my brain was working overtime, trying to connect disparate pieces of information.
So, let's apply logic... Is it truly possible that Selene is trapped within that intricate, glowing circle we've only just learned about?
If that astonishing claim holds any truth, then the next, even more critical question emerges: are "they"—whoever "they" are—actually capable of activating such a potent, ancient construct? The implications of either scenario were vast, each more terrifying than the last.
