Phoenix unfolded her ritual mat, its familiar scent and intricate patterns a comforting presence. She took a seat at the table, her eyes scanning the room as she waited for the rest of her coven to arrive. Tonight's meeting would be a pivotal one, marking the final gathering before the impending battle against Terror and his minions.
As Lucille entered, a warm smile spread across her face. "Are you okay, Lucy?" Phoenix asked, noticing the faintest hint of melancholy beneath Lucille's cheerful demeanor. Lucille's smile faltered for a moment, and Phoenix sensed a depth of emotion she hadn't expected.
"I'm better than I've been in years," Lucille replied, her voice tinged with a mix of gratitude and wistfulness. "The house has never felt so alive, and I'm going to miss all of you terribly w
