Chapter 115 The Witch's Diagnostics of a Disaster

The Next Day

[Rina P.O.V]

The Healing Faculty smelled wrong.

Not healing - forced peace. Lavender crushed until it wept. Sage burned to mask what lingered beneath. And under it all, the metallic tang of mana-suppressants. The kind they used when power became pathology. The kind that made teeth ...

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