The Luna’s Revenge
he demanded.
“That’s the thing about white oak,” Nyx said pleasantly. “It doesn’t announce itself. Doesn’t give warnings. It just works. Quietly. Steadily. Until one day you reach for your power and find nothing there.” She tilted her head. “Could take days. Could take weeks. But it will happen, Evander. Every dark spell, every corrupt ritual, every piece of yourself you traded for power, all of it, gone.”
“There has to be a counter...”