The vision did not release her. The battle she had just witnessed still echoed in her chest, the clash of steel, the roars, the blood, the rain but the vision had other plans for her. Her heart hadn’t even steadied when it pulled her deeper, like invisible claws dragging her through layers of time.
And then… She saw her.
Seryna… The witch who had been bound to the forest standing with her maid.
Her dark eyes gleamed with determination. In her hand, she held a card unlike any other. A card, black as soot and threaded with red veins, forged in ash and blood, pulsing faintly with enchantment into the hands of the maid.
“This…” Seryna whispered, her voice low, “…is the last thread of my rebellion against my sister. If anything happens to me, this card will answer in my stead. Guard it well
