In The Dungeon.
Night.
Anonymous.
Critic -Ishire.
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Fire crackled as the night deepened, and the anticipation among the group of witches grew palpable.
Each member of the coven maintained a vigilant watch, their eyes darted between the shadows, awaiting the arrival of their royal spy. He had to have news.
Their forms, cloaked in tattered robes adorned with symbols of arcane power, bore an unsettling resemblance to ancient magic practitioners, their presence exuded an aura far more nefarious than any mortal raider.
Atmost, twenty of them sat around, their faces obscured by shadows, they huddled around the flickering flames, their eyes gleaming with an unholy fervor. Each member of this coven possessed a gaze that seemed to pierce the veil between worlds, it revealed glimpses of the darkness that dwelled within them.
The eerie atmosphere thickened with every passing moment, as if the very air was charged with malevolent energy.