Chapter 213 The Real Reason Part 2

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• My breath hitches as their words unraveled before me like a twisted prophecy written in blood. They spoke of it so casually, as if they weren’t describing the systematic slaughter of entire covens, the brutal harvesting of magic from the dying screams of innocent witches. I could feel the bile rise in my throat, my fingers curling into fists on the stone, but I forced myself to listen. Because I had to know. I had to understand exactly what kind of monsters I was dealing with.
• “We would wait for a solar eclipse,” Harmona continued, her voice eerily calm, as if she was reciting a bedtime story rather than recounting centuries of horror. “But the eclipses are extremely rare.”