Chapitre 42: Back to the Past - III

Without giving any second thought about the possible consequences, Lillian placed her palm on her child's chest and started to chant the spells.

Soon enough, she could hear whisperings in her ears, whisperings from her dead ancestors to stop the madness. They were warning her that such dark magic always came with a price and that it would corrupt her soul.

But Lillian did not stop. She could now sense the room turning darker as the black mist-like aura started to whirl around Lillian.

The midwife who was still in the room was starting to tremble. "Your Highness, is everything alright? Is this what happens when one performs the spells? Should I call someone?" The midwife asked in a quivery voice because she was feeling chills down to her core.

Lillian was still performing the incantation. She suddenly looked into the midwife's eyes and held out her hand that was free. Then she gestured her to come closer.