Aria's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to pace back and forth across the room. "Eryndor, you have the potential to wield the ancient magic," she said, her voice filled with awe.

  Eryndor's eyes widened in confusion. "The ancient magic?" he repeated. "What do you mean?"

  Aria stopped pacing and turned to face him. "The ancient magic is a powerful force that has been lost for centuries," she explained. "It's a magic that allows the user to tap into the very fabric of reality itself."

  Eryndor's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend the enormity of what Aria was telling him. "But how is that possible?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

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  Aria smiled. "That's the beauty of it, Eryndor," she said. "The ancient magic is not just a simple spell or incantation. It's a way of tapping into the underlying energy of the universe itself."

  Eryndor felt his mind expanding as he tried to grasp the concept. He could feel the weight of Aria's words, the sense of possibility and potential that they held.

  But as he looked into Aria's eyes, he saw something there that gave him pause. A hint of fear, perhaps, or a sense of trepidation.

  "What's wrong, Aria?" Eryndor asked, his voice filled with concern.

  Aria's smile faltered, and she looked away. "It's just that the ancient magic comes with a great cost, Eryndor," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you prepared to pay the price?"