Chapter Hundred thirty-three

Anita’s POV

I sat alone in my room, the silence pressing in around me as I tried to make sense of everything that had happened. My thoughts drifted back to that terrifying night, to the dark pit I had fallen into and somehow escaped from. Despite the fear, a part of me knew that it was no accident. Something powerful had awakened within me, something my mother had always hinted at but I’d never truly believed.

I ran my fingers along the edge of the bed, thinking back to the quiet conversations with my mother. She’d spoken about these powers, urging me to be patient, to prepare myself for the day they would return. But I had dismissed her words, doubting them as mere comfort. Now, regret gnawed at me. I should have listened. I should have trusted her.

Despite my frustration, I felt a small spark of pride. Maybe patience did pay off after all. I closed my eyes, focusing my energy on a small object across the room. I let everything fade away, pouring all my concentration into that singl