Chapter 716: The Thread That Snapped
Selith nodded slowly.
"But spells are not unbreakable," she continued. "They weaken. They fray. Especially when someone begins pulling at the threads."
Victoria's expression darkened.
"Then stop it."
Selith's gaze drifted back to the broken vial.
"I intend to."
The underground chamber was cold. Torches burned low in their brackets, casting more shadow than light, their flames flickering unevenly as if the air itself were reluctant to move.
Selith stood at the center of it all, her hunched frame silhouetted against the glow of a single candle on the table before her. The room stretched around her in shadows and shelves—glass jars filled with murky liquids, bundles of dried herbs hanging from the ceiling like upside-down gardens, bone containers stacked in uneven piles.
Her focus was on the book before her.
