Chapter 715: What the Ritual Woke
Sophia stood in the shrine with Madam Tyler. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of incense. Sunlight slanted through the high windows, casting soft patterns on the stone floor.
Madam Tyler reached out and took a strand of Sophia's hair between her fingers. One of the few that had turned white. She studied it closely, turning it this way and that in the light.
"The hair colour really is changing," she said.
Sophia nodded. "It is. But that's the issue. Olga and the others tried to change it back to its original colour, but it was quite difficult. Only a few strands changed."
Madam Tyler's brow furrowed. She released the strand and let it fall back into place.
"And you suspect this may have something to do with black magic?"
Sophia was quiet for a moment. She didn't want to believe it. But she also couldn't ignore it.
