Chapter 122: Where is your daughter?
The flickering light from the torches licked across the stone walls, throwing long, skeletal shadows that writhed as though the cave itself were alive. Victoria stood unmoving for a heartbeat, her pale eyes locked on Selith.
"At least you know what's at stake," Victoria said at last, her voice even and sharp, like a knife dragged along glass. The faint trace of amusement in her tone was gone, replaced by something colder, older. "You may be reckless, Selith, but you are not a fool. You understand the weight of what we're doing."
Selith tilted her head, as she stirred the simmering cauldron beside her. "I understand far more than you imagine, my Luna." Her milky eyes glimmered faintly in the firelight. "But tell me… have you found your daughter yet?"
The question cut through the air like a blade. The flames nearest to Victoria hissed, shrinking low as if retreating from her sudden stillness. She turned her gaze slowly toward the old priestess.
