In the dim light of the cabin, the mirror began to shimmer and glow, its surface rippling like the surface of a pond disturbed by a stone.
Ophelia's heart raced with anticipation as she felt the familiar presence of Viserra's spirit drawing near, her mind reaching out to make contact with the ancient witch.
Suddenly, the cabin was filled with a blinding flash of light, causing Ophelia to shield her eyes with her hand.
When she opened them again, she found herself face-to-face with the spectral form of Viserra, a ghosty figure with a black raven, its face shrouded in black smoke.
Viserra's ghostly form hovered before Ophelia and Zephyros, her eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light as she regarded them with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
"You dare to summon me?" Her voice echoed through the cabin, sending shivers down Ophelia's spine. "What do you seek, Layla?"
