Sophie, Rose, Serena, and Layla gathered around the central hearth of the shelter, their expressions a blend of curiosity and apprehension. The memory of the mysterious doppelgänger Sophie lingered in the air like an unspoken question waiting to be unraveled.
Layla, the elder among them, spoke first, her voice measured yet tinged with a sense of urgency. "What we witnessed was no ordinary occurrence," she began, her eyes scanning the faces of her companions. "It bore the hallmarks of witchcraft, dark magic, perhaps."
Sophie's brow furrowed as she processed Layla's words. "But who would cast such a spell?" she mused aloud, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
Rose, the soft-spoken healer of the group, chimed in, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Could it be related to the witch causing trouble on the island?" she suggested, her tone thoughtful.
