Aletha was shaking, curled near an old dolmen.
"Kill him. He's taking my place."
Nick's voice… no… she knew now. It wasn't him. It never was.
But the voice continued, and suddenly, another rose inside her—colder, stronger. A figure took shape in her mind. Nick. But… not quite. Something was wrong.
"I know you can't do it alone," he whispered. "So let me help you."
He reached out his hand. His gaze was empty, terrifying.
Aletha backed away, fighting, but she was tired, exhausted… lost.
Slowly, she lifted her hand and grabbed his.
Her scream was lost in the night. Her eyes turned black as ink.
A chilling voice escaped her lips:
"Caden… get ready to die."
Behind her, the spirits summoned by Nox appeared, a cruel smile on their faces.
Back at the camp, Zetch stood up.
"Has anyone seen her?"
Bella looked around, worried.
"No… Nothing since she left."
Then a voice cut through the air like a blade.
"You were looking for me?"
They turned. Aletha stood there, her gaze soulless, the spirits silent at her side.