Chapter 117

Syria’s POV

“Is it true? Is she really a witch?”

“We can’t have a witch leader!”

“That’s forbidden. Witches are illegal!”

The whispers were getting louder around the area. They were all looking at me as if I committed a terrible crime.

I could hear every word, every doubt, and every fear.

Their words dug into my heart like sharp knives. My chest was pounding, but I refused to let them see me break.

“Silence!”

I raised my hand, and just like that, silence fell over the room.

All eyes turned toward me.

I stood up slowly, trying to keep my shoulders straight even though my insides were telling me I can’t do this.

No. I can!

Each step I took toward my uncle was heavy, but I refused to stop.

When I finally stood in front of him, I glared straight into his eyes.

“You are forbidden to step foot here in this area,” I said firmly, though my voice began to crack. You can do this, Syria.

“Bow down before me!”

But inside, I was a mess.

I remember everything.

My hands were trembling at my si