(Marcella)
The forest floor pulsed beneath my bare feet, cold and damp with the night’s dew. Moonlight dripped through the skeletal branches of the ancient trees, painting the clearing in an ethereal, ghostly light. Around me, the air hummed with anticipation, vibrating with the potent energies I had carefully cultivated. Tonight, I will cheat death itself. Tonight, I will bring Adrian back.
I, Marcella, Witch of the Shadowfen, had spent years poring over forbidden texts, deciphering cryptic runes, and bartering with entities whose names are best left unspoken. I had sacrificed much – my reputation, my sanity, pieces of my very soul – all for this single, desperate act.
The clearing was my sanctuary, prepared with painstaking precision. A circle of jagged obsidian stones, each pulsating
