The dark pact

In the depths of the forbidden forest, Lysandra sought out allies among those who dwelled in the shadows. Amidst the gnarled trees and tangled underbrush, she came upon a coven of witches, their faces hidden beneath hooded cloaks."We seek your aid in overthrowing the Shadow Lord," she implored, her voice low and urgent. "Will you stand with us against his tyranny?"The witches regarded her with solemn eyes, their voices a chorus of whispers on the wind. "The price of our assistance is steep," they cautioned, their words heavy with portent. "Are you prepared to pay the cost?"Without hesitation, Lysandra nodded, her resolve unwavering. "I will do whatever it takes to free Eldoria from Malakai's grip," she vowed, her voice ringing with determination.And so, beneath the shadowed canopy of the forest, a pact was forged in blood and magic, binding together those who would defy the darkness that threatened to consume them all.