Chapter 789: The Breaking
11 Days To Go
Selith moved with practiced precision, her crooked fingers arranging the herbs and tools on the stone table. The jar sat at the center of the symbols she had drawn earlier, its dark surface gleaming faintly in the candlelight. Victoria stood nearby, her arms crossed, her expression a mixture of impatience and barely contained fury.
"I'm going to reconnect you to your daughter," Selith said, her voice low and steady. "Once the connection is established, you will speak with her."
Victoria nodded, her jaw tight. "I know already. Just do it."
Selith began to chant, her voice rising and falling in rhythm. The words were harsh and guttural, unfamiliar to Victoria's ears. The symbols on the floor began to glow, pulsing with a sickly light that seemed to push against the shadows in the corners of the chamber.
The jar trembled slightly.
