I sat there, staring at Lila with confusion and fear. "Dark magic?" I repeated, trying to wrap my head around the concept. "What does it mean?"
Lila's expression turned serious, and she leaned in closer. "I've studied some of the old lore, Bea. I think I can help you understand what's going on."
I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Maybe Lila could help me make sense of this bizarre situation.
Lila pulled out a book from her bag and began flipping through the pages. "This symbol is associated with an ancient cult that practised dark magic. They believed in summoning forces beyond human control, and they used this symbol to...to open doors, I suppose."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as she spoke. Doors? What kind of doors?
"What kind of forces?" I asked, my voice barely
