Abigail's POV
This was an actual pulse of power that felt alive in my hand, as if waiting for something.
As the magic wrapped around me, I knew it wasn't done-that there was still a price to be paid.
The thing demanded the sacrifice of more than I could have ever thought. It wasn't enough that physical pain and exhaustion were enough; it wanted something deeper, more valued.
In my head, I could hear the voice of the artifact-coldly whispered, as if right from the core of Shadowlands.
Give up a cherished memory and the power to cleanse the curse will be yours.*
The words pierced me like a knife. A memory?
It was now a scramble in my brain, and I could already feel the artifact rummaging through my mind, shifting the moments that shaped me.
It felt like it wanted to make the decisi
