Chapter 114 The Witch and Masquerade Mirror

The Next Day

[Rina P.O.V]

The Transmutation hall door groaned under my palm. Rust flaked off like dead skin. I felt the weight before I saw him - that patient, feeding hunger from the upper gallery. Godfather Morthos. Grimly, watching me sew chaos thread by thread.

He'd given me the match. Jaxo...

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