Chapter 143: The Oracle, The Witch
That shrill, familiar voice echoed in Lethia’s head. Her eyes flew open as she lifted her head. A swirling mass of reddish-orange smoke hovered above her, arching into a half-dome that wrapped her in a protective shield.
’Whisney... are you back?’
["I never left."]
’What is this?’ Lethia stared up at the glowing orange dome, its transparent shimmer both beautiful and terrifying.
["This? This is what happens when your tears meet the red energy of the bead. It shields you from harm... and reflects whatever the attacker tries to do. Like right now."]
Lethia was about to respond, but her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. The cracking sound from earlier... it was Terressa’s body being flung and smashed onto the wooden floor. And now the silver dagger floated midair, hovering with its tip aimed straight at her.
"No!!" ’Whisney, stop! Don’t hurt her!’
["She hurt you. Twice. She stabbed my bead’s host. If the host dies, the bead dies too. Do you even know what that would cost me?"]
’Can’t you see she’s being possessed?! She’s not herself. If you kill her—’
But Lethia couldn’t finish. Her throat tightened, her chest overwhelmed by the chaos unraveling in front of her.
’Can’t you just hurt whatever it is that’s possessing her?!’