“There has to be a way…” I hissed under my breath, pacing across the dimly lit cave. My nails scraped across the stone wall until they left faint white trails.
I needed more than rage. I needed certainty. I needed power.
“I must summon the god of secrets. Daciana must be found,” I muttered, urgency coating every word. My hands moved on their own, searching through my ritual shelf until my fingers brushed against the familiar object—black feathers bound in a strip of crimson cloth.
With reverence and desperation, I seized it.
I tossed the bundle into the small clay pot resting above the fire pit. The flames burst upward violently, licking the ceiling as though the heavens themselves had been pierced. My lips shaped the ancient words of summoning, each syllable sharp enough to cut throug
