I struck the phantom with a truth it couldn’t mirror: “I am not fighting to win. I am fighting because giving up has never been my prayer.”
The first night, the shadows laughed. By dawn, I had learned to make fire from grief. i won't lose! ~30 days a priestess
They sent a phantom wearing my mother’s face. It asked why I was still fighting. “You were always too stubborn,” it crooned. “Too weak to know when to kneel.” I struck the phantom with a truth it
I lifted my chin. The staff in my hand was no longer cracked—it was blazing with soft, steady light. They sent a phantom wearing my mother’s face
“Thirty days,” the High Oracle had said, her voice like dry leaves. “Survive the trials of the Moonless Path, and you will earn the title of True Priestess. Fail, and your soul becomes part of the silence.”
But a priestess doesn’t need to be the strongest. She needs to be the one who gets up last.