Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

unlike the woman, the skull’s face did not shift. its hollow eyes stared back at sobeille.

anguish.

she didn’t know why that sense came to her, but it did — and suddenly, she realized the skull acted as totem; was that where this witch drew ritual power?

yes.

a thousand other questions hung on sobeille’s tongue, but as she looked to the formidable skull and the small thing that entombed his soul, sobeille understood that like a wish, her questions were limited.

did you kill him?