Chapter 215 Shadow Travel

• Celine POV
• The scent of smoke clings to the air, thick and heavy, curling around the burning remains of the witches who once guarded the entrance. Sebastian’s fire still flickers along the stone walls, casting jagged shadows across the courtyard. The air hums with the cries of dying enemies, the clash of steel, the low snarls of shifters tearing through their targets.
• I stay low, my wings tucked close, my magic thrumming beneath my skin. The witches and their allies are focused on the battle outside, their attention locked on the forces tearing through their defenses. They expect more warriors, more fire, more brute force.