Chapter 86
The chambers of the Silver City Coven’s sanctuary, once filled with power from both sides, now had a suffocating and palpable silence engulfing them. The air was thick with a mist that clung to both the living and the dead. Oscar and Janice, spectral yet undeniably real, stood as ethereal monuments to an ancient history that Elara had tried to erase and manipulate to her will. Their eyes were cold, fixated on her, and filled with hatred. Elara felt small and hopeless, losing her composure and shrinking beneath their collective gazes.
The coven council members froze, as their minds struggled to grasp the impossible scene before them. Neither they nor the other coven heads had ever heard of Oscar or Janice, and now, they knew why.
“She coveted what didn’t belong to her,” Oscar
