A scream tore through the night.
The wind was eerie, howling as if the end of times was near.
Steve, one of the Sovereign Captains, endured unbearable agony as the wretched witch continued to torture him. Her hands glowed with forbidden runes as she flipped through a tattered grimoire... the Book of the Undead, a cursed relic said to devour the soul of its victim before breaking their runes apart.
“You tough bastard!” she spat, summoning another surge of black light. The entire room erupted, shaking violently as magic devoured everything in sight.
When the light faded, the witch gasped, sweat dripping down her pale face. Steve was still there, chained, bloodied, but smiling.
“Is that all you’ve got? Pathetic,” he mocked.
Her eyes twitched. With a shriek, she unleashed one final spell
