Rachel’s voice echoed through the dim war room with her fingers running through the pages of a tattered spell book.

“It’s called a convergence ritual,” Rachel said. “Gloria isn’t just trying to win a war—she’s trying to amplify her power to unimaginable levels. If this ritual succeeds, she could become something far worse than we’ve ever faced.”

I sat at the edge of the table, staring down at the sketch she had drawn of the ritual circle. The intricate lines, symbols, and blood markings on the parchment gave off menace. I didn’t have to understand witchcraft to feel its dark purpose.

“How does it work?” I asked with my voice...