As the night wore on, the void above gradually deepened, merging into the encompassing darkness. Claire stood poised within the abyss, her heart racing in her chest. The situation was precarious, and she recognised that a single misstep could jeopardise both her safety and the well-being of Geillis’s unborn child. Stripped of her wand, Claire found herself bereft of the familiar crutch of her magical abilities. The absence of her magical prowess made the entire predicament feel precarious and uncertain.