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He looked like a man ready to work. “Take anything relevant,” he ordered the guards softly. “Take ten books each. Find anything on the goddess lines, on remarkable gifts, and on old healer rites. Start now.” We dispersed quickly, hands skimming spines and pulling out volumes. My fingers found a thin book with cracked leather. Its title was faded, written in English from an old time. I opened it and scanned. Pages moved. It was slower work than I thought; some books were full of ritual and nothing more.

"I sit in its presence now, knowing that this is where I shall take my final breaths. Before I leap from the cliff in the ultimate sacrifice, I must ensure that the dark secrets of this place never again see the blessed light of day. I have found a way to erase the profane ritual from the pages of this tome, and I shall leave it here to disappear the next time this place vanishes. Forgive me, Lord, for my many offenses." That was where the passage ended. Lyda was breathless. Even after everything she learned about the Spirits in the past, she never thought she would come across something like this. She turned the page in haste. However, the last few pages in the book were blank. What was mor

I returned to the book, trying to find a way to avoid the consequences that followed the ritual, if there must be a ritual so dangerous, there ought to be a way to avoid the dangers involved, there ought to be a process or instructions given that would prevent one from dying if it meant following the instructions very carefully. "There ought to be something that mentions a way out, or a food that shouldn't be eaten during the process of the ritual, or even a herb to take or a spell to cast that could be used for protection." I got up from the bed and began to ransack through the books on my desk. "There has to be something," I muttered while opening a book and skimming through the pages but

"Miss Emily sir Alex and I have picked a few spell, ritual and potion making books, sir." "What ritual books?" Adi asked curiously. "Emily, explain to us about those rituals." Leo ordered. "Sure sir. I have found a total of ten rituals, in which, five of them have a human as a sacrificial ingredient, three have animals as a sacrificial ingredient, one uses the soul as a sacrificial component..." "We are not murderers. Tell us a ritual that doesn't use any living being as a sacrificial component and also produces enough energy." Alex interrupted her, rolling his eyes.

"They needed the connection, Raven. They were lonely." "Like us," I said. Merek nodded. He turned toward a large, iron-bound book sitting on a stone pedestal in the center of the room. It was the book he’d been looking at when I walked in. "The ritual I found..." he said, his voice returning to its usual rustle. "It is not a seal for the mine, Raven. It is a seal for the mountain itself." I walked over to the book. The pages were made of thin, silver, etched with runes that seemed to move as I looked at them.

A way to fight back even from within the ritual circle itself. But the book was frustratingly vague on the specifics. How exactly did you invert the ritual? What was the mechanism? The timing? I needed more information. I stood and moved back to the shelves, pulling out more books from the dark magic defense section. "Advanced Ritual Manipulation." "Turning the Blade: Using Dark Magic Against Itself." "The Art of Sacrifice: When Death Becomes Weapon." Hours passed as I read, making notes, trying to piece together the puzzle my mother had left for me. The cuts on my feet and arms stung, my body ached with so much tiredness, but I couldn't stop. I didn't dare stop.

“And if she’s using physical conduits, there must be texts that describe counter-rituals. The old priests wrote about spiritual cleansing. Possession-breaking.” “Possession?” The word burned in my throat. Lira nodded slowly. “That’s what this is, Damon. The first thread of it.” Rayna exhaled, steady but cold. “Then we find the thread and cut it before she weaves the rest.” “Somewhere in this library,” Lira said, scanning the endless shelves, “there’s a volume called ‘Divine Inversions.’ It’s one of the oldest texts on corrupted bindings. Half myth, half manual. I haven’t read it yet; the last archivist sealed it after the war of the twin gods. Thanks to Wendrah we have it here. But if the se

She had never seen the book in her life. "I don't—" But Maeven stopped her with an upraised hand. I see," she said. "Ink in this book is a ritual for temple rituals. It's only something a high-ranking witch would be allowed to use. The same ink that disappeared three nights before." The onlookers started murmuring. Mark and Lark exchanged glances across the yard. Maeven slowly turned the book over, presenting the eyes gathered there to rest upon the heavy ceremonial ink and jagged markings within.