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The air above the old cemetery didn’t just glow — it tore open, a jagged wound in the sky pouring out blinding, swirling light. Bonnie stood at its centre, her whole body trembling, veins thrumming dark with power she could barely contain. All around her hands reached out, voices rising in a desperate, silent roar — Stefan gripping her arm, Elena wide-eyed and pale, Damon stepping forward fast, Caroline and the others shaking their heads, pleading, every gesture screaming stop, close it, something terrible is coming through. But the magic was too ancient, too wild, too far beyond anyone’s control. The veil between worlds didn’t just lift — it shattered completely.