Retreat

Maria took the magician’s magic box from her earring. It was not as what we had imagined—nothing like the large, imposing vampire’s magic box from last time. Instead, it was a delicate, small box radiating a strange and mysterious glow. We hadn't had the chance to closely examine the vampire’s magic box before; but now, with this magician’s magic box in Maria's hand, right before our eyes, its every detail unfolded clearly in our view.

Its surface was inlaid with intricate runes that seemed to glow as if in motion, the light dancing gently, almost as if it were alive. The moment the magician’s magic box appeared, the air in the room seemed to grow heavier, as though weighed down by an invisible force, making even breathing feel like a struggle. I could feel my heartbeat quickening with every passing second, as if it, too, sensed the oppressive power emanating from the magic box. Yolanda's eyes were fixed intently on the magic box, her pupils slightly constricted. This was the object s