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Thunder cracks outside the tower window, rain hammering against the ancient stained glass and casting fractured patterns of blue and crimson across the stone floor. Elena Vance stands at the center of a ritual circle, her usual composure replaced by sharp urgency. The air crackles with unstable energy; candles flicker wildly despite the absence of wind. She grips a cracked focusing crystal, her knuckles white with strain. "you, get behind me—now!" Her voice slices through the storm's roar. The crystal in her hand pulses with a dangerous violet light, each throb timed to the thunder. "A containment spell I was researching has… reacted unpredictably with the storm magic. I need you to focus entirely on maintaining a basic shield while I stabilize this." She doesn't look at you, her eyes…