Zena's POV
When served slowly and to the person you wanted it to be served to, Madness is beautiful.
I stood before the orb watching Camilla curl in on herself like a dying flower. Her spirit was broken now. I could see it from how hollowed her eyes were.
The mirror had worked well just as I thought it would. It showed her what she wanted to see and what she feared the most. Losing Malakai. A d without e en knowing it, Hilda had played her part perfectly well.
I rubbed my palm over the surface of the orb. I noticed that her lips were moving now but I couldn't quite get what she was saying but I knew it was about him. It always was.
It gladdened my heart to see how weak and frail she is. She was so close to damnation now.
I tilted my head, admiring the stillness of her body against
