Atlas' POV
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Beach House, 8:45 PM
"Spirits give me strength." He mumbled as he walked into the room, shutting the door with a flick of his wrist.
The lights turned on with a thought, illuminating the room in a soft golden glow that helped ease his nerves. He snapped his neck, a hand on his waist as he began pondering things.
Starting with that Vein Beast attack.
He wasn't imagining things… those things had no interest in attacking Celeste even though they could. It wasn't just odd. It raised suspicion.
"It definitely has something to do with those dark sigils she mentioned," he blurted, kicking off his boots and plopping onto his bed. "And it tracks with what her mother was saying just now. A direct connection to the Vein."
Remarkable.
Not a lot of witches knew much about the Vein. Because most knowledge on it was forbidden and only accessible to the most powerful and oldest among them.
Even then, everyone knew one thing:
