Manolya’s POV “Stay alert,” I warned, scanning the environment. The pools were everywhere now, limiting our movement and cutting off potential escape routes. “She’s setting us up for something bad!.” Pelin nodded, gripping her weapon tightly as the oppressive silence pressed down on us. Then, from the far side of the astral plane, a thick fog began to roll in. “This is my dearest darling, Virgo!” Artemis sang unseen from above. “I’m sure you will enjoy her company!” My heart pounded as the shadowy figure of Virgo, The Virgin, emerged from the mist. She was stunning, with long, flowing purple hair and a crown encrusted with gems that sparkled like distant stars. Her white gown clung to her form, exuding an air of purity that seemed almost holy. But as she moved, dipping her hands into the poisoned pools, I realized how wrong that image was. The purity was only a lie. Her dress darkened, black tendrils spreading through the fabric like ink in water. When she stood uprig
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