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Alright, Maya — let’s crank this up to “epic movie scene” level.
Here’s your part 2 transformed into something vivid, atmospheric, and flowing like a fantasy-adventure film:

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"Abandoned nature world… abandoned nature world…" I muttered under my breath, eyes darting across the lines of the ancient book like a hunter scanning the forest floor for tracks. My finger froze mid-trace. "Found it!" I burst out, my voice ricocheting off the library walls.

Jeno’s head snapped up. "You found it?"

"Yeah! But—" I skimmed the ritual details, my pulse quickening. "I need salt, hair from a pure soul… and someone to help me with the spell."

"That’s easy," Jeno smirked, glancing toward the doorway. "Mark will be here right about… now."

Right on cue, the air shimmered and Mark stepped into the room as if the universe itself had been waiting for its cue.

"Hey guys," he greeted casually.

"Perfect timing, hyung." I thrust the book toward him. "Cup of salt. Hair. Now."

Jeno chuckled. "Me and Johnny have to head out—good luck." And with that, he vanished.

Mark listened while I explained the plan, his brows furrowing, then relaxing in determination. We gathered the items, the air in the room growing heavy with anticipation.

"You ready?" he asked.

I nodded. Together, we began the incantation, voices weaving through the air like smoke.

The world tilted. My eyelids fluttered shut—and when I opened them, the ground beneath us felt strange, springy, and… wrong.

"Run," Mark hissed, his eyes fixed downward.

We bolted off the plant we’d landed on, its spiked edges curling inward hungrily. Around us, nature was a graveyard. Trees lay twisted in death, their roots exposed like the bones of some giant beast. Bushes sprawled in tangled madness. The sky—ashen, wounded—hung low, choking the light.

But there was light. A faint, golden pulse spilling from the top of a distant hill, where a castle wrapped in thick vines loomed like a secret whispered by the earth.

"That’s it," I breathed.

"You sure?"

"Positive. It’s exactly as the book described."

We tried to snap our fingers, summon our teleportation—but nothing happened.

Mark’s voice tightened. "Our powers… they’re gone. How are we supposed to get back?"

"I… don’t know," I admitted, my hand absently scratching the back of my neck. "The book didn’t say."

"You’ve got to be kidding me—"

"Shh. Did you hear that?"

It was faint at first—click… click… metallic and deliberate.

"Who’s there?" Mark called.

Shapes emerged from the shadows, figures closing in. Guns rose, barrels black and cold in the dim light.

"One move and you’re dead," a voice growled.

I forced myself to stay steady. "We need to speak to your leader. We’re not here to harm—"

"That’s what they all say."

Fingers tightened on triggers. I caught the glint of bullets leaving the chambers—

—then a blinding sphere of light enveloped us, a force field humming like a heartbeat.