The Truth Ceremony
POV: Multiple
The world seemed to hold its breath.
Priestess Morgana stood at the center of the grand hall, her blind eyes glowing with an otherworldly white light. Around her, a circle of pure silver energy expanded, encompassing everyone, Sebastian and his pack on one side, Damian and his rogues on the other, and Serenye caught somewhere in between.
The moment the circle touched them, Serenye felt it. A compulsion so powerful it made her knees weak. Every lie she'd ever told, every secret she'd kept, suddenly felt like burning coals in her throat, desperate to escape.
"Within this sacred circle," Morgana's voice rang out, ancient and absolute, "no falsehood can survive. The Moon Goddess herself demands truth tonight. Speak, and only truth shall pass your lips."
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