The last enchantress of the underworld

kled, and she instinctively reached out, her fingers clenched on the rough edge of her work bench for

his usual guarded demeanor replaced by a raw c

e symbol represented, felt terrifying close, its awareness a suffocating weight. I

tall and gaunt, its features indistinct, yet radiating an aura of immense, cold power. T

e muttered, his hands now firmly on his weapon,

mained focused on E

oice low and urgent. "What w

t....it knows I'm here. The symbol....it's a conduit. And my

planted in their minds__a voice like the grinding of glaciers and the sigh of dying s

cient bloodlines of enchantres that had been alive but extinguish

t is it saying?"he demanded, his eyes dar

ara stammered." My blood....

r in the air intensified. Objects on Elara's shelves rattled and the faint scen

ara urged, her voice trembling. "

man. "Luca, stay here... watch it", he

lief. "Boss, have you lost it

tone leaving no room for argument. "A

the relative dimness of the cemetery. The voice echoed in her mind again

light reprieve from the suffocating atmosphere of the workshop. But the

is breath coming in ragged gasps as t

mean, 'last of

ental intrusion. Finally, as they reached the relative safety of Dante

mething that feeds on the very essence of life and magic. And my bloodline.... we

acing her spine. "And now", she said, the weight of a terrify