ETHAN
After the long exhausting monologue Pascelina gave— apart from the chanting dunces she brought with her— no one was happy. And we were quite exhausted.
And quite broken.
Don't get it wrong— we didn't have a plan. I mean, we did, but it was a bloody crazy one, but at least, it wasn't stupid and suicidal. Now, despite it being all my life has been about for months now, I couldn't say I was an expert in the supernatural business. Hell, I didn't even understand my own powers, but even I knew it was unimaginably stupid to fight someone who had conquered death.
“This is just a mess,” Ada let out, frowning. “This old woman really believes we will take down Acelia by crowding her.”
“She did talk about some weapons some witch would make for them,” I said, shrugging. “Who knows? Perh
