The last of them disappeared only leaving behind burning ashes and thick stench of blood. Rhistel turned to Lilliana with a grim expression. "What did she mean? About the ritual and the bloodwitch?"
Lilliana slowly got to her feet, her robes torn, her hands shaking as she wiped the blood from her lips. Her gaze lingered on the altar where Olivia hovered, suspended mid-air by a force none of them could touch. "The ritual was meant to awaken dormant witches," she said quietly. "The idea was… to reawaken magic lost through bloodline decay. It was never meant for a true bloodwitch. I thought it would simply amplify her gifts. But…"
She paused, and Rhistel narrowed his eyes. "But what?"
