The air in the spirit realm was eerily calm, contrasting sharply with the panic twisting inside Odesse's chest. She stood before the hovering, luminous form of the Moon Spirit, her face pale and her breathing shallow.
"I saw her," Odesse whispered, her voice trembling. "She was at the ceremony."
The Moon Spirit bowed its brilliant head slowly. "Indeed she was, Child."
Odesse's brows furrowed, a mix of anger and terror surging through her. "Why has she returned after six whole months of silence? Why now?"
"To carry out her plan fully," the Moon Spirit replied, its voice reverberating softly like a distant tide.
