"You horrible witch, I thought you were dead? Can't you just rest?" Eva's voice trembled with anger, her frustration palpable as she faced Fantine's calm demeanor. Unfazed by Eva's outburst, Fantine met her gaze with unwavering composure. "I am dead, but a part of me lives on in Ethan. Since you have forgotten how a witch's power works, as long as our power transfers to someone in our bloodline, we are forever linked to that person. Not even death can sever that connection."
Turning his attention to his grandmother, Ethan's voice held a hint of desperation. "Grandma, how do I get out of here?" he implored, his eyes searching for answers in Fantine's steady gaze.
Fantine's response was measured, her tone gentle yet firm. "Ethan, you can only escape this spirit realm once you have fully embraced what you truly are."
