Bella’s P.O.V.
The room was silent. Not a heavy silence, but the kind that comes after a punch to the gut—when no one can quite figure out what to say.
Aunt Claire, breathing slightly heavier than before, slowly pulled herself upright. Her eyes scanned all of us, then fixed on the red ring on the map, still pulsing faintly with her blood. She looked serious now, more than ever.
“It’s an Amnesia Veil,” she repeated.
We all stared at her.
Rose finally broke the silence. “Okay. That sounds… horrifying. What is it exactly?”
Aunt Claire brushed her hands on her robes and stood, her expression composed but grim.
“The Amnesia Veil is a dark spell. It’s one of the more complex memory manipulation magics. The caster weaves magical energy into the air—into the very perimeter of a place. Anyon
