Chapter 190: Shadows of the Past

Thelma Zane’s POV “It’s only been an hour,” I muttered, my eyes following the second hand on my watch. “Why does it feel like an eternity?” “Be patient,” Dorothy replied calmly. “It’ll be over in two more hours.” Despite her reassurance, the waiting was excruciating. The heavy atmosphere of the ruins and the thick Quicksand Fog outside made the passing minutes feel like days. To distract myself, I decided to chat with Dorothy and, simultaneously, poke at Maxine in my mind. “Why don’t you just go to sleep?” Maxine grumbled, her voice sluggish. “It’s nighttime, after all. You could rest, wake up early tomorrow, and continue exploring the ruins of the witch clan.” “I don’t want to sleep,” I retorted stubbornly. “I want to wait for the grandmasters to finish the ritual. Besides, no one else is sleeping. I’d feel strange being the only one dozing off.” “Then at least let *me* sleep,” she pleaded. “I’m exhausted.” “Exhausted? You’ve done nothing all day except nap!”