The pack members bound Mambo Celeste with enchanted chains that glowed faintly. A sense of dread gripped Gabriel. Igor’s escape was a blow, and the capture of Mambo Celeste, while a victory, brought its challenges.
“Bring her to the Dungeons,” Gabriel said, looking at Amara. “These Elite warriors will go with you. Make sure there is no way for her to escape!”
“Rowan and Seraphina, prepare the spells that will bind Celeste to her cell.”, Amara said, looking at the two witches.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth as Amara and Eliza walked side by side, their robes fluttering in the cool breeze. Behind them, Mambo Celeste, the captured witch, walked with a serene expression, her hands bound with enchanted silver chains. Elite Warriors flanked them, eyes sharp and weapons ready,
