Anne was worried sick, she couldn't just sit around and wait for him. She had to help, she had to find some way to get to him. Frustrated, fueled by her desire to help him, Anne focused all her magical power and glared at the door. She imagined a thousand things; the magical barrier Doom had placed over it shattering like glass, the door itself bursting into flame, or just crumbling to ash from the sheer force of her strike.
She lashed out, sending all of her raw power at the door, feeling the tingle of Morgan le Fay's influence at the back of her mind. Anne didn't pray this time, she just kept focused, hoping that her raw power would be enough to break down the door.
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Anne was worried sick, she couldn't just sit around and wait for him. She had to help, she had to find some way to get to him. Frustrated, fueled by her desire to help him, Anne focused all her magical power and glared at the door. She imagined a thousand things; the magical barrier Doom had placed over it shattering like glass, the door itself bursting into flame, or just crumbling to ash from the sheer force of her strike.
She lashed out, sending all of her raw power at the door, feeling the tingle of Morgan le Fay's influence at the back of her mind. Anne didn't pray this time, she just kept focused, hoping that her raw power would be enough to break down the door.