Chapter 108 The Witch and the Fragment of the Void

Moments Later

[Rina P.O.V]

The Dark Arts wing smelled like a graveyard after rain. Wet stone. Old iron. The particular rot of magic that had been left to ferment too long.

I pressed my back against the corridor wall, the Shard of the Sun pulsing steady and hot beneath my ribs. Austin crouched b...