Circe remained perfectly still. The soul had already crossed into the land beyond death. It should not have been capable of reaching back this strongly unless something tethered it here through overwhelming emotion.
Anger, perhaps. Maybe even Betrayal.
She could feel both pouring from it.
"She killed me and now she defies my final wishes"
Circe frowned faintly. Something about the voice felt familiar in a way she could not immediately place.
Carefully, she extended her magic toward the soul. Glowing threads slipped silently from beneath her skin, moving beyond the physical world itself as they reached for the presence calling to her. The moment contact was made, fragments of memories flooded into her mind.
A crown. A goblet of wine.
Pain spreading through a man's body while courtiers screamed in panic.
Nheera standing beside his bedside, watching him with a look of satisfaction.
Circe's breath hitched as her eyes widened.
