After he had dropped Amara off, Ethan couldn’t help but think about what he had witnessed earlier. It was a perplexing experience, one that left him wrestling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. The image of the rogue immortal using some ancient, mystical spell on Amara was etched into his mind, and he couldn’t dismiss it as a mere coincidence. No, he knew precisely what he had seen, and it was a revelation that shook the very foundation of his understanding of the supernatural world.
The symbol he had glimpsed in Amara’s eyes held profound significance. It was a symbol that he had only heard of in whispers and myths, something believed to be lost to the annals of time. It could mean only one thing – that Amara was the reincarnation of Arcata, a name that had been shrouded in mystery
