BLACK MANSION
The room was unnervingly silent. Marissa and Alaric sat tied to their chairs, their wrists and ankles bound by invisible forces that felt like cold steel. A dark aura surrounded them, and the air crackled with tension. Selene stood in front of them, her head tilted slightly, her black eyes shimmering with malice. She paced the room with a predatory grace, her lips curved into a smile that sent chills down their spines.
"This isn't you, Selene," Marissa whispered, her voice trembling. "You're our daughter. What have you done?"
Selene stopped pacing and turned to face them. Her smile widened, but there was no warmth in it—only cruelty. "I was your daughter," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "But that girl is gone. She died ten years ago, remember? What stands before you now is a creation of Witch Morgana. She brought me back with one purpose: to kill Aria Winters and erase Magnus's legacy from history."
