That Time I Got Turn Feyre

In the silent depths beneath the Kingdom of Mystveil, Inside a wide, dimly lit basent, the Captain of the Holy Knights, Vesilisa, sat cross-legged in the center of a large glowing magic circle. Strange materials—bones of unknown creatures, shimring powders, and silver threads—were placed carefully around her. In each corner, a candle burned with a blue fla that danced without wind, casting eerie shadows across the stone walls.

In one corner of the room, Vladmir sat quietly on a wooden chair, his sharp eyes fixed on her. He didn’t move, barely even breathed, as if waiting for sothing sacred to end. The silence stretched, broken only by the faint humming sound coming from the circle.

After several minutes, Vesilisa’s eyes slowly opened. The light in the circle dimd and finally vanished. Vladmir imdiately stood up, brushing off his back as he approached her.

“So? What did you find out?” he asked, his tone calm but curious.

Vesilisa gave a small, confident smile. “Nothing’s changed. The ritual will succeed, I’m sure of it. But… we’ll need to do a few more things.”

Vladmir raised an eyebrow. “Do what, exactly?”

“Just wait a few days,” she said softly, looking thoughtful. “And make sure to use Feyre’s powers on Scarlett.”

“Wait a few days? Why?” Vladmir frowned, confusion written across his face. “And Feyre? How much difference can that vampire even make?”

He clicked his tongue in irritation. “Aren’t you supposed to see how things will turn out? What a waste of ti.” He sighed, stomping his foot lightly on the cold floor, the sound echoing faintly.

Vesilisa’s eyes narrowed. Her lips curved downward, her expression turning stern. “I don’t see the future,” she said sharply. “These are the words I received from the Goddess of Ti herself. If she says we wait, we wait. If she says Feyre will be useful, then she will be useful!” Her voice rose, filled with restrained anger and conviction.

A tense silence followed, but then Vesilisa’s expression softened into a sly smirk. “Of course,” she added, “we can also use this ti wisely. Perhaps send a few traitors to gather information—or let our female spies charm Scarlett’s n into turning against her.”

Vladmir let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “A battle of seduction? Against her?” He chuckled again, unable to hide his amusent. “That’s like comparing a small lake to the ocean. Or a cat thinking she can roar like a lion.”

Vesilisa’s lips twitched. For a mont, she looked like she was about to smack him on the forehead, but before she could move, the air around them suddenly rippled. A loud crack echoed as the space in front of them split apart like shattered glass.

From the rift stepped Arthur, his expression calm and emotionless as always.

“Auren agreed,” he said in his usual flat tone. “He’s with us now.”

Vesilisa quitely nodded,"A wise decision indeed!