Chapter 100

• Later that night, while Lyssa was sleeping peacefully in the small room the seer had provided for her, the old man silently entered carrying a calabash in his hands. His presence was shrouded in mystery as he moved towards the sleeping girl. Rounding the calabash over her, he began to murmur ancient incantations under his breath, his eyes filled with a strange intensity.
• As he raised a small knife, he made a swift motion as if he intended to pierce it into Lyssa's heart. Just as he was about to bring the blade down, Lyssa's eyes snapped open, her intuition sensing a danger that her subconscious mind had detected. The seer's hand froze midway, and his expression quickly shifted to one of a harmless old man caught in the act of performing a benign ritual.
• Startled, Lyssa sat up, her heart racing with fear and confusion. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes locked with the seer's.