Chapter 88: The Breaking Point

The air cracked with power.

The chamber, once a grand meeting hall for the witches, was now a war zone—walls crumbling, floors splitting apart, and the very foundation of the underground shaking under the force of the battle.

Elena lunged forward, her movements too fast, too fluid, as if she had already predicted every counter Faye could make.

Faye snarled, raising both hands, summoning a maelstrom of blackened energy, shaping it into thousands of obsidian shards—each one lethal, cursed, and seeking Elena's blood.

The shards exploded forward.

Elena smirked—and didn't move.

Instead—she raised a single hand.

And with a flick of her wrist—the entire storm of obsidian stopped mid-air.

The shards trembled, struggling against an unseen force—then, with a sharp crack, they turned, reversing their direction.

Straight back at Faye.