Chapter 89

Mirage POV

The Witch's Eye was not meant for just anyone. I knew this. The text was clear: it required strength, discipline, and the willingness to offer up one's own essence as a tether to the unseen. Those who failed were consumed by madness, their minds torn open like fragile parchment.

And yet, I had always believed myself different. Stronger.

I steadied my breathing, my palm pressed to the cursed sigils scrawled across the page. My voice grew firmer as I recited the ...