Galeâs whisper was like that of someone under a spell.
Shortly after, she could no longer stand and collapsed 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 plans for revenge.
With a heavy heart, she uttered in a mix of defeat and confusion, âIâve been so diligent and cautious.
How did it all come to this?â
Then, the spirits she had repelled returned.
They surged towards her once more.
âCease the bloodshed, Gale.
Join usâ¦â
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They persistently tugged at her, evidently intending to pull her underground, ending her life to prevent any further harm.
âNo, I refuse!â Gale snapped out of her daze.
She glared at me, her gaze filled with anger and desperation.
âDebra, youâre a witch Like me.
Why would you destroy my plans?â
Though I doubted she would heed my words, given her dire straits, I still responded, âYour plans are flawed.
You can seek retribution against Rick and those werewolves who hurt the witches.
But donât drag the innocent into this; otherwise, youâre no better than Rick.
â
As anticipated, Gale paid no heed.
Disregarding my words, she turned to the spirits, asserting, âIs it not just to lay down our lives for the witchesâ future greatness? Why resist the sacrifice?â
I exhaled a heavy sigh.
It became clear why, despite her extreme vendetta, many witches still rallied behind Gale.
Only a few maintained their clarity, like my mother and Camilla.
Galeâs talent for manipulation was formidable.
Even in her final moments, she didnât stop linking her vendetta to the witchesâ honor, manipulating 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 declared, âGale, when oneâs judgment is clouded by hatred, they become its prisoner.
Your obsession with vengeance led you here.
This is the result of your actions, not anyone elseâs fault.
â
Upon hearing my statement, Gale raised her head to look at me.
Her complexion grew ashen, her life force ebbing away.
âEnough with your lies.
â
Clamping her jaws tight, Galeâs 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, compounded 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 glance my way, declaring, âDebra, mark my words, this isnât over! Though my scheme has failed and I wonât see the Thorn Edge Packâs downfall, I wonât let you be!â
What was she implying?
A sense of foreboding washed over me.