Aurora pov

My first ritual….

A sharp, icy wind whipped against me, so strong that I nearly stumbled backward.

My breath caught, and I steadied myself, forcing my shaking hands to remain steady as I began to chant the incantation.

“Phōs Nýxios, phōs kryptòn, kalesó se!

Psychḗ planōménē, epístrepson!

Eî, Pneûma nuktérion, akoúson!

Hékate, kleíthra Aidou, ánaxon!

Astéres apagómenoi, hodegḗsete!

Phōs ek skótous, hágage psychás!

Elthe, elthe, ...