Chapter 201

THIRD PERSON’S POV Flames still curled around the edges of the ruined chamber, casting shifting light over broken stone and scorched runes as Olivia took a breath. Every witch in the room stared at her fiery wings, but none dared move. Then Derek stepped forward through the emerald glow of rune-lit tunnels, silhouette sharp against the flickering walls. The witch who’d plotted everything froze—she realised that he would come for her first, but she still couldn’t solve the mystery behind his existence, how is he still alive? She whispered under her breath, her voice trembling with a mix of triumph and confusion: “I killed him with my own hands... was it even him, or something else masquerading in his place?” The words fell like poison into the silent chamber, halting the remaining witches mid-step. In that hush, the silver-haired elder’s face turned pale. “She never told us he'd survive,” another muttered, pacing the shadows in disbelief. One young witch clutched her runic staff as if s