Chapter 168. Need to Escape

Aurora’s POV

The room was cold, too cold for my liking, and it only got worse as the chanting grew louder, like a pounding drum in my head. I squinted through the dim light and saw them—a group of women standing in a circle by the side, the same women who had been bound not long ago.

Their words were strange, foreign, but somehow familiar, as if I’d heard them before in a forgotten dream. Witches. I knew it then. I knew what they were. The realization hit me like a freight train, and my stomach churned in response.

I tried to step forward, but the grip on my wrist tightened, and I turned to find a small girl beside me. She couldn’t have been more than eleven or twelve, but there was something unsettling in her eyes—pale, white hair framed her face, and her eyes were wide with the same dread I felt. She clung to my arm and whispered, “We can’t let them.”

“What are they doing?” I asked, barely able to hear myself over the thundering sound of their voices