Azura's POV
The dreamscape rippled with Dahlia's anguish, each wave echoing the weight on her conscience. I approached her, navigating through the ever-changing scenes that mirrored her inner turmoil. "Dahlia," I called gently, "look at me."
Her tear-streaked face turned toward me, eyes clouded with guilt. "Azura, I... I didn't mean for any of this to happen. It's my fault."
I shook my head, my voice carrying a determined resolve. "No, Dahlia. This is not your fault. Damian is a master manipulator, and he exploited you, just as he's done countless times before. You were a conduit for his dark intentions. But now, we have a chance to set things right. You mustn't carry the burden of blame."
Dahlia's gaze wavered, torn between self-blame and the desire for redemption. "But the spell, Azu
