The warmity that came from the bonfire in front of Iniko caused her to be mesmerized by the flames while she watched everyone around it, her eyes dark as night kept attentive to details, reading everyone while she was there, silent. Even if Iniko respected the festival due to what it represented, it was inevitable of her to feel it; the anger rising up and consuming her being, her eyes staring at every single being who was there, celebrating Litha, familiar faces that belonged to the other covens, those she was eager to tear down. They were not worth stepping on this island if they didn’t accept the idea that Adrasteia was the best option; as it had always been. As it should’ve been in the past war. And while the true Iniko had tried to get control over her body and power back during the full moon, not it was all in vain and she was back to the sunken place while Misha was there, playing her part as Iniko and adoring every part of it.
Misha had built within herself pure hatred against Bricket Wood, even after her death. And the same thing had happened once she discovered about Eirene. Now that she had control over someone’s body, a powerful witch just like she used to be, Misha knew she could do everything in her position to raise Adrasteia, to make them rule this town. Castalia could be disappointed by the woman’s actions, she didn’t care about it because in the end, Castalia was dead and unable to act against Misha now, like she had done in the past. The woman felt that she owed this to everyone who fought for Adrasteia and lost their lives, she needed to show that they weren’t wrong to fight for the right cause. And with Iniko as her cocoon, she could do it. After all, there was nothing Iniko could do anymore to stop the witch from acting. We’re one now, Iniko. Whether you like it or not. And we’re so much better together.
And with that brief thought she grinned, as mischievous as it had always been, and perhaps it was the light that made her think someone had looked at her, maybe it was all in her head. But Iniko, this new Iniko, sustained her gaze at the person before she moved her hand up, her index finger calling them to move closer. If they wanted her attention, she’d give it to them. If they didn't want it, she was still demanding them to accept it.









