(Edwin)
The air crackled with holy energy. Even the ancient oaks of the Silverwood bowed in reverence, their leaves shimmering like a thousand emerald stars. I, Edwin, Light Warlock of the Emerald Coven, stood at the center of the glade, my white robes billowing in the gentle breeze. Tonight, I was tasked with a solemn duty, a sacrifice that would test my very soul.
Marcella, Witch of the Shadowfen, stood opposite me, her dark robes stark against the verdant backdrop. Her face, usually etched with defiance, was etched with a quiet resignation. Her dark eyes, once pools of swirling shadow, held a flicker of something akin to hope. She had chosen this path, this painful relinquishment of power, for the greater good.
It was a rare and unprecedented act. A dark witch willingly surrendering
