Adolfa's POV
This time, my body quivered as the spirit vanished. I stood alone in the pitch-black silence, the bitter wind scraping across my face.
My fingers tightened around the edges of my cloak as I attempted to comprehend what had just occurred.
Why is my destiny always entwined with spirits?
The first spirit startled me, yet here I stood again, speaking to another—one more formidable and vast than the last.
Was it real?
Had I truly encountered another spirit from the otherworld once again?
"Follow all the prophecies that have been made," he had said.
His voice had been calm, more composed and soothing than the first spirit I met when I escaped the spirit realm.
But my heart was drowning in rage.
How could I follow something so broken?
I turned away
