After hours of walking, the members of the coven finally reached their destination: a tall, crumbling tower that seemed to rise out of the darkness like a beacon. It was the Witch's Tower, a place of great power and mystery.
The Dark Queen approached the tower, her eyes fixed on the door that stood at its base. She reached out her hand and touched the door, her fingers tracing the intricate symbols that were etched into its surface.
"This is it," she said, a sense of excitement and anticipation in her voice. "This is the place we have been seeking. The source of the cursed forest's power lies within."
The members of the coven nodded, their eyes alight with greed and desire. They knew that the power that lay within the tower was great, and they were determined to claim it for themselves.
The Dark Queen pushed open the door, revealing a spiral staircase that led up into the tower. The group began to make their way up the stairs, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls.
As they climbed higher and higher, the air grew colder and the darkness seemed to press in on all sides. The members of the coven could feel the presence of the spirits of the dead all around them, their ghostly forms flickering in and out of existence.
Despite their fear, the members of the coven pressed on, driven by their desire for power. They knew that they were drawing closer to the source of the cursed forest's power, and they were determined to claim it for their own.