With proof, solid proof, finally in my grasp, I summoned Ethpeal. I'd often considered having the echoes of the dead witches raised, but I was certain none of them knew who it was had killed them. Lilibeth's echo, on the other hand, was absolutely certain. Any Necromancer would be able to raise her to testify against her daughter.

Mahalia had finally cut her own throat and I couldn't have been more anxious to see to it she died a slow and painful death.

Ethpeal arrived ...