* CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

TOWER OF LANDIÁ

LYDIA'S POV

It's noon now, and I'm sitting in my room, waiting for one of our sisters to come to my room any moment from now to inform me about the ritual.

I sit restless, as I can't wait to walk into the pool of blood and get sent to the realm of the spirits.

I'm already in my white robe, and I also believe they all are gathered in the hall at this time.

Someone pushes open my door, and I get up, with a smile on my face. Before she enters, I try to make the smile fade off my face and make myself frown.

"I'll assume it is time!" I whisper to her and with a heavy heart, she nods.

"We all await you at the hall," she whispers back to me and she walks out of the room. My face breaks into a smile.

I walk out in my white robe as I gently approach the hall.

I push the door open, and I take a step into the floor of the hall. The resting of both feet on the floor of the hall alerts my sisters that I have arrived, and they all starts singing in Hazar; the language our spells are
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