Gale’s whisper was like that of someone under a spell.


    Shortly after, she could no longer stand and copsed onto the cold ground.


    Yet, Gale was not finished.


    Her eyes wide open, she gazed at her palms.


    A flicker of bewilderment crossed her face as if puzzled by the failure of her meticulously crafted ns for revenge.


    With a heavy heart, she uttered in a mix of defeat and confusion, “I’ve been so diligent and cautious.


    How did it alle to this?”


    Then, the spirits she had repelled returned.


    They surged towards her once more.


    “Cease the bloodshed, Gale.


    Join us…”


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    They persistently tugged at her, evidently intending to pull her underground, ending her life to prevent any further harm.


    “No, I refuse!” Gale snapped out of her daze.


    She red at me, her gaze filled with anger and desperation.


    “Debra, you’re a witch Like me.


    Why would you destroy my ns?”


    Though I doubted she would heed my words, given her dire straits, I still responded, “Your ns are wed.


    You can seek retribution against Rick and those werewolves who hurt the witches.


    But don’t drag the innocent into this; otherwise, you’re no better than Rick.


    ”


    As anticipated, Gale paid no heed.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    Disregarding my words, she turned to the spirits, asserting, “Is it not just toy down our lives for the witches’ future greatness? Why resist the sacrifice?”


    I exhaled a heavy sigh.


    It became clear why, despite her extreme vendetta, many witches still rallied behind Gale.


    Only a few maintained their rity, like my mother and Cami.


    Gale’s talent for maniption was formidable.


    Even in her final moments, she didn’t stop linking her vendetta to the witches’ honor, manipting others through guilt.


    She was beyond redemption.


    My heart heavy with grief, I relinquished any hope of saving her.


    I merely observed as the spirits dragged her into the earth.


    I dered, “Gale, when one’s judgment is clouded by hatred, they be its prisoner.


    Your obsession with vengeance led you here.


    This is the result of your actions, not anyone else’s fault.


    ”


    Upon hearing my statement, Gale raised her head to look at me.


    Herplexion grew ashen, her life force ebbing away.


    “Enough with your lies.


    ”


    mping her jaws tight, Gale’s resolve was unwavering.


    She refused to concede, her teeth clenched so hard they bled, continuing her futile struggle against the spirits.


    But her recent exertions of mind control and the significant depletion of her witch power,pounded by her grave injuries, had left her utterly drained.


    Just as the spirits were about to drag Gale beneath the earth, a spark of realization flickered across her face.


    With a mocking grin, she cast a chilling nce my way, dering, “Debra, mark my words, this isn’t over! Though my scheme has failed and I won’t see the Thorn Edge Pack’s downfall, I won’t let you be!”


    What was she implying?


    A sense of foreboding washed over me.