The words of her father resonated within Swamy's soul, blending with the ethereal mist that enveloped her on the mountain's edge. She stood there for a long time, clutching the journal close to her heart, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.
Pride in her newfound identity as a witch, confusion about the path she was fated to tread, and a deep-seated determination to unravel the mysteries that lay ahead. All these swirled within her, creating a tempestuous storm within her heart.
Her father's revelation about her true self had brought both a blessing and a weighty burden. She was now the Empress, the destined wielder of the Treasures of Sanuali, and the fate of her world hung in the balance.
She couldn't help but wonder if her father's spirit watched over her, hidden within the veils of the
