Chapter One-Hundred Thirty-Six: The Magical Veil: Daphne's Shadowy Journey

Stephanie’s Perspective:

Agatha must have sensed the surge of anticipation through her witchy ways, because she arrived soon after, flitting through the open window like a wisp of midnight mist. Her presence enveloped the room with a frosty hush, the air suddenly dense with secrets and silent promises of aid.

"Agatha," I began, my voice steady despite the flutter in my chest, "we need your help, and we need your discretion."

Her sharp eyes, gleaming with the eerie light of her witchcraft, settled on me, keen and calculating. "Stephanie," she breathed, the corners of her lips curling into a knowing smirk, "when have I ever been indiscreet? What mischief brews in your minds this evening?"

"We're hatching a plan to bring Crystal back. She's lost to us, and I fear that without our intervention, she'll drift beyond our reach forever." I paused, steeling myself for what came next. "We want you to cloak Daphne in your shrouds of