With that, the witches dispersed into different library sections, each armed with a torch and a determination to uncover the truth.
Hours passed, and the witches worked tirelessly, searching every shelf and nook. The flickering light of candles placed strategically around the room illuminated their faces. The air was thick with the smell of musty old paper and dried herbs. Just as they were about to give up hope, one of the coven members let out a cry of triumph. “I’ve found something!” she shouted, holding a dusty old tome.
Amara rushed over to examine the book, her eyes scanning the pages. “This is it,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe. “The prophecy of the hybrid vampire-werewolf.” The coven members gathered in the main chamber of the ancient library.
An eerie hue filled the
