In the heart of the Abyss, a realm suspended between the material planes, a colossal floating structure hovered in the endless void. Hidden among black mists and spatial distortions, an enormous castle emerged.
Today, within its shadowy stone corridors, a secret gathering was taking place. Sinister figures congregated around an immense table carved from bones and black marble.
They were members of an unnamed organization, led by a newly infamous figure, the witch who betrayed all witches, Mary Rose. All present followed her will, aspiring to achieve the unimaginable: to bring Tiamat back and steal her essence.
Mary Rose stood tall, an imposing and elegant figure with pale skin and hair as white as snow. Her gaze was cold and calculating, and her dark attire gleamed with a threatening purple aura.
The room was silent, save for the pulsating dark energy emanating from the magical circle at the table's center.