In the bowels of her hidden chamber, Eva cackled with manic glee. Moonlight, filtered through a narrow, cobweb-draped window, cast an eerie glow upon the macabre scene. In the center of a makeshift altar lay a chilling sight – a porcelain doll, an uncanny replica of Ethan with unnaturally bright blue eyes, cradled a pulsating wolf's heart.
With a gnarled claw, Eva traced intricate symbols in the air, muttering incantations in a language older than time itself. The air crackled with dark energy, and the flickering candle flames writhed as if in response. Her voice rose to a crescendo, filled with a power both intoxicating and terrifying.
Suddenly, a searing pain ripped through Eva. The doll convulsed, its green eyes flashing an unnatural light before dimming. The wolf's heart, vibrant moments before, lay still and lifeless. A guttural snarl escaped Eva's lips – rage and frustration twisting her features. The connection was severed.
