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Chapter 590: The Witches’ War

The environment shapes everything it touches, Heidi thought as they crossed the palace compound through the driving rain. Cliff wolves are ferocious because the mountains make them so. Dogs are soft because the house makes them soft. The assistant witches had brought gold and goods flowing into Sleeping Island through the Sleeping Spell, and the comfort had done its work. Even her combat witches were starting to believe Tilly’s nonsense. The window was closing.

She did not have much time.

Camilla Dary appeared in the palace doorway as the three of them came through the gate.

“What do you—”

“I heard a Wolfheart witch had arrived,” Heidi said, the picture of mild concern. “Apparently her condition is serious. We came to visit.”

“Annie is resting under Della’s conciliation. You should leave her alone.”

“Her name rings a bell — we thought perhaps she was one of ours, separated from the group when we fled Archduke Island. We’d like to see her. Just a brief look.”

Camilla hesitated. Then: “Come in.”

This woman, Heidi thought as she followed. A common witch who carries herself like the owner of the place. Tilly’s faithful dog. One day—

The corridor was long and plain, the walls rising from stone that Lotus had shaped from the island’s bedrock. They passed through it to the side room, and Camilla stopped.

“She’s in here.”

Heidi stepped inside first. A girl lay in the bed with her eyes closed, breathing in the shallow way of someone whose lungs were doing more work than they should. Skyflare examined her carefully and gave the smallest nod.

Heidi turned to Camilla and stepped close, lowering her voice — a gesture of concern, nothing more. The body positioning was deliberate: it kept Camilla’s view of the room blocked, and gave Nightfall the space she needed to work unseen.

“Who sent her here?”

Camilla did not answer the question.

She gave Heidi a look that carried something odd in it.

“Why are you trying to kill her?”

Before Heidi could respond, Nightfall made a sharp sound behind her. “This witch is a fake.”

Heidi spun.

The girl in the bed was gone. Where she had been, a small black sphere of condensed magic power hung in the air, suspended.

“Seed of Peaceful Death.” Camilla’s voice had gone cold. “I thought you came for a combat witch. I didn’t expect a murderer.”

Heidi moved without thinking — a burst of her ability, directed at Camilla, fatal in intent. But by the time she crossed the space, Camilla’s form had dissolved into mist. Not there. Never quite there.

Shadow. The ability. Of course.

“Come out,” Heidi said, grinding the words between her teeth.

Footsteps in the corridor — rapid, retreating. The witches who had been positioned in the dark were already falling back.

“Skyflare!”

Skyflare stepped out of the side room, pulled a deep breath, and exhaled a stream of red flame that had no interest in straight lines — it moved along the walls, around corners, chasing the retreating figures as if it had thought behind it, burning doorframes and window casings as it went.

A scream from somewhere deep in the corridor.

“My lady.” Nightfall’s voice was tight. “We have to leave. This was a trap — all of it.”

The scream had felt like a small satisfaction. Heidi moved toward the window.

Out of the palace, the three of them stopped.

In the courtyard, in the rain, a black-haired woman stood waiting. Her eyes held a golden light that the downpour did nothing to dim — visible even through the mist, even at distance. She carried no weapon. She did not need one.

Ashes. The Extraordinary.

Where Tilly went, Ashes went. That had always been true.

Heidi turned — and found two more figures in the palace doorway. Andrea. Shadow. Shadow was making faces at the three of them with the cheerful nonchalance of someone who had won and already knows it. The scream had been theater. Shadow could do that.

Which meant Tilly had never left Sleeping Island. The Twin Dragon Island departure had been staged — two days ago, carefully arranged, with enough lead time to position everyone for this moment.

Heidi had walked them directly into it.

She was twenty years old. Heidi could not make sense of that. A girl of twenty, and Heidi could not see a path through what she’d constructed.

“Don’t trouble yourself explaining.” Ashes’s voice was conversational, each word precise. “Surrender now and I’ll spare your life.”

No one who heard her would have thought she was bluffing. Ashes as an Extraordinary was a natural suppressor of all other witches — with a God’s Stone of Retaliation, every magic power in the vicinity became unreliable. It was why Heidi had not struck first. Why she could not simply overwhelm them.

But there was still a seam.

The opening was at the palace doorway. Andrea and Shadow stood there. Two ordinary women — ordinary in the sense that they were not Ashes — and if Heidi could reach them, she would have leverage. A threat with teeth: give ground, or watch one of yours die. She had already decided who the first would be. Shadow had been taunting her. Shadow deserved the distinction.

No hesitation. She grabbed Nightfall and ran for the doorway.

“Skyflare — hold Ashes!”

Skyflare drew her dagger and moved. Nightfall, understanding the plan, summoned the Seed of Symbiosis as she ran — a shared anchor, a binding.

Andrea raised something in the doorway. A long bar. She held it calmly with both hands, and the calm itself was wrong, the kind of calm that meant she had done this before, that she had waited for exactly this moment.

What is that?

The sound that followed was not like any weapon Heidi had ever heard.

It was the last thing she consciously registered before everything went dark.

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