The last enchantress of the underworld

ough the quiet pre-dawn streets, a dark cont

l. Elara sat beside him, her body still trembling from the entity's ment

ence, his voice rough. "You said your blo

face of the ancient evil they had just encountered. "Of....of the entity", she said. The name feeling heavy and forbidd

ep?" Dante's tone was incredulous. "How

p into the very fabric of this realm to keep it contained ". She looked at her hands, the faint shimmer of her own magic feeling insignifica

ing?" Dante's gaze flickered towards her, his expression

me stories. Horrifying tales of what happened when the Hunger stirred. But I never t

ed. "Everything....faded. Life, magic, even memories. It consumes not j

ante's usual air of unwavering control seemed to have fractured,

garage of a sleek, modern skyscraper__one of

was already there, his face

rting nervously towards the exit. "It....it just va

worse. If it could move freely

. "Did it say anything

eeling. Like....like something was looking fo

s dark eyes intense. "It's

e chilling realization s

connection. A way for it to ful

said, his voice decisive, the pragmatism of the

ken of were dangerous, requiring rituals and artifact

pressing down on her. "There are....things that need to be d

You are the last guardian, Elara. You have to be". A f

"Because if you're not

tact was brief, unexpected, and sent a strange jolt thr

aid, his voice low and resolute

n willing to trust the very magic his world usually scorned. And in the moment, a fragile seed of something