Aria's POV
The moment I stepped inside the witch's home, my entire body reacted.
A sharp pressure settled over my skin, almost like invisible hands pressing against every part of me. My breathing grew heavier, and a dull ache spread through my chest.
Lydia immediately stirred.
Something here is hurting us.
I know.
I forced myself to keep walking. The walls were covered with sigils. Some had been carved directly into the stone, while others had been painted onto strips of dark cloth and hung from the ceiling.
Bundles of dried herbs dangled beside jars filled with strange powders and dark liquids. Crystals sat on shelves, glowing faintly beneath the dim light.
There were silver blades, vials filled with what looked like blackened blood, chains etched with strange symbols, and pieces
