Madriod’s POV

The room was quiet except for the faint crackle of the concoction bubbling in the corner. The witches were still chanting, their voices blending into a steady rhythm. My mind wandered, and I finally gave in to my curiosity.

“Okay, hold up,” I said, interrupting the chants. “You”...I pointed to the red-haired witch…“what’s your name?”

She looked up at me, her green eyes flashing with irritation. “Seriously? Now?”

“Yeah, now. I mean, we’re all working together, so I think I deserve to know.”

She sighed dramatically. “It’s Rowan.”

I nodded, then turned to the other witch, the one with the dark braids. “And you?”

She smirked. “I’m Nyla.”...