I feel someone stroke my back softly, like a soothing breeze across scorched skin.
The burning mark begins to fade, taking the pain with it. I exhale a shaky, relieved breath as the fire slowly dies out.
But my eyes still feel heavy. My body aches with exhaustion, and soon, weariness takes over me again.
I can still hear voices faintly in the background, murmuring through the haze in my mind.
'—Master, we saw something in our vision.'
The voices sound distant and warbled, like underwater echoes. Witches. They're witches, speaking to someone. But to whom?
"Luna..."
I exhale softly, recognizing the deep, velvety voice. Lucifer.
He's here.
'—The darkness is shifting. We saw war rising in the shadows.'
"War is always looming," Lucifer replied, his voice calm yet laced with underlying
