The doors burst open with a magical shockwave, rattling the walls and sending a rush of wind through the room.
Luzia stood framed in the arched doorway, her robes billowing as if the very air bowed to her presence. Her eyes blazed with power… There was no warm welcome or bureaucratic pretence now.
I watched with a tight jaw but there was also awe.
This was not the Coven Head of Mexico City anymore.
This was a High Witch preparing for war.
"Whoever you are," she said, voice echoing like thunder, "I will no longer let your corruption fester in my house. In my city."
The corrupted magic trembled in the air, dark tendrils still pulsing faintly from the orb. The golems hesitated mid-step, stuttering like puppets whose strings had been yanked.
Luzia's gaze swept across the room.
Her lips curled in disgust at the sight of the darkened orb, the frozen footage, the half-awake golems… and then finally, at Odessa and me standing like we'd just set off a bomb.
