Hegatha didn’t know that Jay could see through the eyes of the skeletons—even Asra didn’t know about the little trick.
Sure, something the skeletons behaved oddly, looking around curiously as if they had minds of their own, but it was something that the women had passively, or subconsciously accepted without much thought. If they mimicked humans in some way, it didn’t raise any concerns; their thinking was too human-centered.
As Jay entered the eyes of Dark he froze, finding it hard to believe what he saw. Much less make sense of Hegatha’s true powers.
The black altar was still partly melted from when she had added the breaking shards to it, and inhaled their powers—but now, without the shards, she conducted a different ritual.
On top of the altar, a clay jar was sitting, the same type that lined the walls of the room. But it was empty, with the lid at its side, and Hegatha chanted in a sickening sweet voice that betrayed her form.