Bloom Mansion – East Wing, Holding Room Corridor
The hallway was smoke and screaming.
Bodies twitched in pieces across the floor—blood smeared the runes lining the walls, warping their glow from blue to a sickly violet. Selene stood in the center, breathing slow, covered in fresh gore. Her face was back to her own—gaunt, sharp, unreadable.
Remu leaned against the doorframe behind her, eyes narrow, heart hammering. Her wrists were raw from the chains, but her legs worked. That's all that mattered.
More witches were coming.
Selene tilted her head slightly, like she was hearing something far off.
"They're bringing wards. The real ones. Battle-hardened."
Remu wiped blood from her lip with the back of her hand. "Yeah?"
Selene glanced over her shoulder. "You got fight left?"
Remu cracked her neck.
