The air inside the hidden mansion crackled with tension as the witches of the dark coven prepared for one of their most dangerous rituals. The hall had been transformed into a chamber of shadows, with black silk draped over the walls and flickering candles casting eerie, shifting light across the room. Sigils drawn in crimson ink lined the floor, and bowls filled with rare herbs and enchanted liquids were carefully arranged in the center of the circle.
Crystal stood at the edge of the room, her arms crossed, her sharp eyes scanning the preparations. Her dark robe shimmered faintly with protective enchantments, and her presence commanded the attention of everyone present. The witches moved with precision, their hands steady, but the weight of the ritual ahead loomed heavily over them.
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