Chapter 235: Broken Trust!
Lilliana stood silently as Rhistel’s words echoed in the night air. The carriage wheels creaked slightly as Damon shifted inside, adjusting Olivia’s limp form against him.
Lilliana’s gaze lifted upward, her expression unreadable as the clouds churned, restless and heavy.
"It’s not over," she murmured.
Rhistel, already moving toward the front of the carriage, paused. "What did you say?"
She turned to him slowly, her face pale and solemn. "The witches will come again. Now that Ilzera is dead, they have lost the one who held them together. But not their purpose. Olivia was never their enemy, Rhistel. She was their hope but she had rejected them like her mother. But now Oriana could not be turned into a blood witch anymore. If they have truly given up on Oriana, then they will turn their eyes to Olivia."
Rhistel’s brow furrowed. "They’ll hunt her? After everything they just did to her?"
"No," Lilliana said, her voice low and pained. "They will try to claim her. It is the only source of their freedom."
She stepped away from the carriage, as if the weight of truth demanded space. "You don’t understand the desperation of witches like them. We live in hiding, in deep woods where no human dares to step into. We are scattered covens, broken from persecution and centuries of loss. Most of us have no lineage left to draw power from. But a Blood Witch... She is a beacon. A fire in the dark."
Rhistel swore under his breath and glanced back at the carriage. Olivia and Oriana, both unconscious, both fragile in their own way.