Bonnie Bennett thought she had felt pain before, but nothing compared to the agony of being the Anchor. Every spirit that passed through her burned like fire, tearing through her soul. And then, for a single moment—when the veil between worlds weakened just enough—something slipped through.

Qetsiyah.

The legendary witch, long thought to be lost to history, stepped back into the land of the living. She had suffered, she had been betrayed, and she had been forgotten. But no more. There was unfinished business—vengeance to claim, debts to settle, and a world that had gone on without her for far too long.

With centuries of knowledge at her fingertips and magic that had defied death itself, Qetsiyah was ready to reclaim her place among the living. But the question remained—what did she want? Revenge? Redemption? Or something even more terrifying?

Bonnie, exhausted and barely holding on, could feel Qetsiyah’s presence like a shadow looming over her. And deep down, she knew—this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot. As she passes out I step over her body walking out.