Unholy Desire
“Good choice, witch. Very good choice indeed,” Matheus stated with a delighted smile as he nodded toward the white-haired witch.
Instantly, the witch lowered her hand.
The flames surrounding the children died down one after another, and the chant ceased.
She pulled her hood back over her head but remained standing in her current position, her cold eyes fixed solely on Nythera.
“Cast the spell, Nythera,” the white-haired witch commanded.
Her voice echoed directly inside Nythera’s mind, loud and impossible to ignore.
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