Witch Hunt: Edern

"You're quite adept to have sensed me!" boomed a loud voice that echoed through the entire room.

Alice turned and saw a towering figure smiling down at her. The man stood several times taller than her, his knees reaching her height. He wore a white fur robe adorned with tribal tattoos across his arms and face.

"Who are you?" Alice inquired.

"Me? I don't really know, but here in this dream, they call me Edern," the giant replied with a grin.

"Dream?" Alice raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, isn't this place a dream? I've been trapped here the moment I was born," Edern explained as he settled into a massive chair.

"You've been trapped here... How?"

"Let me enlighten you. The witches named this structure the Dream Palace, a labyrinth of dreams and dimensions. Look around you..." Edern gestured at their surroundings.

Alice glanced around and finally noticed dozens of corpses lying in pools of blood at the corners of the room.