The old woman's twisted amusement seemed to fuel her power. With a wave of her clawed hand, she conjured a spell that crackled with dark energy. The air itself seemed to twist and writhe as the spell materialized, a sinister vortex of shadows that swirled around her fingers before being unleashed.
As the spell surged forth, it morphed into an ethereal entity, its form an amalgamation of writhing tendrils that dripped with malevolence. The room trembled as the spell wove its tendrils into the very fabric of reality, its ominous aura casting the surroundings into an eerie gloom.
Amidst this chaos, the old woman's voice cut through the room. "I wonder, young man, how three promising young men such as yourselves would taste," she taunted, her words dripping with a blend of sadistic curiosity and hunger.
