The silence in the room was so heavy it seemed to absorb the very air. All eyes were fixed on Caroline, who was still struggling to process what she had just heard in her mind. The voice of the Witch of Jealousy continued to echo, mocking her, as the dust from the altar floated in the air like ashes from a dying fire.
“You are here,” Senua repeated, her sword pointed directly at Caroline. Her eyes, usually full of cunning and confidence, now shone with a mix of anger and fear. “You are the Witch of Jealousy.”
“No… I’m not,” Caroline stammered, raising her hands in a defensive gesture. “I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m not her.”
“And how do you explain this?” Senua demanded, pointing to the dust from the altar swirling around Caroline like a dark halo. “The energy, the runes… every
