Aurora pov

In the evening, we all went back to the basement in the woods with Grace. The air was colder than earlier, sharp enough to brush against my skin as we walked through the woods.

The lanterns we carried glowed faintly against the dark trees, guiding us to the wooden door hidden under the moss-covered ground.

When we got inside, we stood at the center circle.

The candles around the room flickered but remained steady, casting soft shadows on the stone walls.

Grace stepped forward ...