**Enzo's POV**
Stepping into the witches' realm was like diving into a storm. The very air crackled with electricity, a foreboding sign. But nothing could've prepared me for the chaos that greeted my senses. The sounds struck first—screams punctuated by the boom of explosions, echoing through the forest like the distantly rolling thunder of an approaching tempest.
Blood. Smoke. The scents assaulted me, twisting my stomach into tight knots. A war was raging here, and I knew Winter was somewhere in the thick of it. I charged forward, my instincts overriding any semblance of rational thought. The screams heightened as I closed the distance, my heart pounding against my ribs like a war drum.
The scene unfolded before me like a nightmare come to life—a battlefield of magic and bloodshed, wit
