Chapter 94

Guinevere seethed with fury as she brooded in her frozen state, her mind consumed with rage at Marisol’s unwitting intrusion into her realm. The thought of the inexperienced hybrid witch stumbling upon her domain ignited a firestorm of frustration and anger within her.

How dare this mere fledgling possess such power, even in her naivety? Guinevere’s pride bristled at the realization that Marisol had already begun to tap into her latent abilities, despite her lack of training and experience. It unsettled her, stirring a deep-seated fear of the unknown.

In her weakened state of hibernation, Guinevere was acutely aware of her vulnerability. She had concealed herself from even her most trusted allies, cloaking herself in secrecy to guard against discovery. Yet Marisol had effortlessly breached her defense, slipping into her realm with unsettling ease.

Had Marisol made even the slightest contact with her, Guinevere would have been trapped within the confines of her own