“Two lost souls? Realms cracking? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused as ever.
Etcherda’s lips curled into a dark smirk, one that chilled me to the bones. “The ancient smell, the mark, the ritual, and then one more gate…then everything else would be destroyed.”
I watched her wondering who was the mad one between us. Probably her, but she looked so serious. I sighed knowing I did not have time for this.
“Are you going to help me find a seer to perform the ritual?” I spat already irritated.
She lifted her head, as it curled on her neck slowly towards my direction. And then, her pitch-black eyes bore holes into my soul. “What are you willing to sacrifice?”
I breathed in exasperation at her question. “Can’t you just accept a strand of my hair like last time?”
“A strand of yo
