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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting shadows over the land of Drakonfell, a witch huddled in the dimness of her chamber, her voice quivering with fear and trepidation, as she began to mutter,
“I see… I see the end of our kind… a darkness drawing near, born from the innocent… a Lycan child… wielding power beyond comprehension… our spells, our charms, futile against its fury…”
Her hands shook uncontrollably, the weight of her prophecy heavy upon her.
“The moon will weep blood, and the stars shall fall… the howls of the child shall herald our demise… the end of witches at the hands of the cursed…”
Each word seemed to claw its way out of her throat, as if forced by some unseen power, leaving her visibly
