I began to chant words in an ancient language, words I had learned but hoped never to use.
The table began to glow with blue light – the same blue that had surrounded Amara when she used her powers. My chanting grew louder as I pressed my amulet against her face.
"Stop this!" The Mother screamed, her voice distorting between her old tone and Amara's young one.
"Thalia," Amara broke through again, tears running down her face. "It hurts."
"I know, child," I said softly. "But this is the only way."
I continued the chant, feeling my power draining with each word. The ritual needed a sacrifice – life energy powerful enough to drive The Mother out.
My life energy.
The blue light spread from the table to Amara's feet, rising up her body like living flames. Where it touched, the purple glow receded.
"What's happening?" Elias asked, still holding the key in place.
"I'm breaking the connection," I explained, my voice getting weaker. "Separating The Mother from her vessel."
