The air in the clearing remained heavy, charged with tension. The sphere of light containing the witch glowed faintly, each flicker a reminder of how fragile that prison was. Sweating and panting, Rhea kept the spell active, but her exhaustion was evident.
"We can't hold her like this for much longer," murmured Khael, watching the sphere with unease. "This isn't enough."
"I know," I replied, staring at the twisted figure inside the light. The witch pounded against the sphere’s interior, murmuring words in an unknown language. But more than her strength, what made her dangerous was her mind. "We're not keeping her here. We're getting answers."
"And what if she's lying?" Liam interjected, his voice tense. "We can't trust her. That which has nothing to offer but trouble."
"We have no othe
