The Devil you called
She could feel them beneath her flesh, alive and waiting.
“Training begins now,” the ancestors declared. “Not with spells. With restraint.”
Aunt Dee blinked. “Restraint?”
“Yes,” the ancestor said. “Because she can end this war with a sentence—or ignite it with a thought.”
The realm shook again, harder this time.
Malik felt it before anyone else. His head snapped up, eyes scanning the horizon. “Someone crossed a boundary.”
The ancestors’ expressions darkened.
“The traitor,” one said.
“He survived,” another confirmed.
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