The world around Caroline dissolved into nothingness—a boundless void suspended between light and shadow. Time ceased to exist, and the silence was so absolute it pressed against her ears, suffocating and consuming. Her feet stood on something—solid yet formless, a plane of infinite emptiness stretching out in all directions. Above her, threads of golden light flickered and danced, pulsing faintly like distant stars.
And then, she appeared.
The Bruja de los Celos stepped forward from the darkness, her form no longer a twisted specter but something horrifyingly human. Her long white hair cascaded down her back like silk, glowing faintly in the nonexistent light. Her golden eyes gleamed, sharp and cold, filled with an ancient and endless hunger. Her black dress flowed around her, its fabri
