Chapter 116: The Moth and the Light

**Thelma Zane’s POV** The bitter truth weighed heavily on my mind—there was no way to control the *Eye of Insight*. The revelation echoed in my thoughts like a haunting refrain. What would this mean for Dorothy? Would she suffer the same tragic fate as Mullvica, the prophetic witch who had perished far too young? Master Mary placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, her voice steady and reassuring. “There is always a way out, Miss Thelma. Dorothy will be safe and sound. Don’t let despair cloud your judgment.” I shook my head, my voice trembling as I replied, “But even the witches, with all their knowledge, have no way to control the *Eye of Insight*. If Dorothy...” My voice faltered. “If she succumbs to this curse, how could I ever face her? How could I live with myself knowing I brought her into this?” I had been so confident when I involved Dorothy in this whirlwind of danger and uncertainty. I had cloaked my selfishness in the guise of heroism, using words like *honor*