The walls of the Witch Sanctum pressed in around Kara, the air thick with the lingering energy of the ritual. The memory she had just witnessed—the battle, the woman who looked like her, the Shadow King—refused to leave her mind. It was not just a vision. It was history.
Her history.
Selene stood before her, watching with the same unreadable expression she always wore. "The bond between you and the Shadow
King is not just magic. It is something older, something woven into the very fabric of what you are."
Kara clenched her jaw. "I don’t accept that."
Selene tilted her head slightly as if she had expected Kara's defiance. "Then let me show you why this cannot be undone."
Before Kara could protest, Selene raised her hands, and the air in the room shifted.
Everything around her darken
