The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension, the scent of decay and fear clinging to every surface. Xienma stood her ground, her eyes locked onto Drax's menacing figure. The ancient magic within her pulsed, a wild and untamed force that seemed to echo the beating of her heart. Drax's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he took a step closer."You cannot escape your destiny, Xienma," he sneered, his voice a low growl. "You are mine, and you will always be mine."Xienma's breath hitched, but she refused to let fear take control. She felt Ana, her wolf spirit, stirring within her, a surge of power that was both terrifying and exhilarating. "I am not yours, Drax," she said, her voice steady and resolute. "I am the she-wolf of the prophecy, and I will not be controlled by your darkness."As she spoke, a torrent of ancient magic erupted from her, a blinding light that momentarily blinded Drax. He stumbled back, his hands shielding his eyes, a look of shock and disbe
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