Chapter 117 Cleansing

• CLEANSING
• The seer moved with a grace that belonged to another time. Her blind eyes stared straight ahead, yet it felt as though she was looking into every soul present. The air grew still as she walked toward the altar, her wooden staff striking the ground in rhythm. Each thud echoed through the clearing, pulling every ear and heart into silence. The priest, an elder draped in dark robes lined with silver threads, joined her at the altar. Together, they stood at Ava’s side.
• The priest began the incantations first, his voice low and deep, vibrating with power that seemed to come from the ground itself. The seer lifted her hands and traced symbols in the air, lines of shimmering light forming with every movement. The crowd murmured in awe. The torches flickered violently as if the flames themselves were bowing to the strength of the old magic.