The city of Ravendale was caught in the eye of the storm. Fear and silence ruled the streets, while William's unrelenting thirst for power echoed through every darkened corner. His reign was no longer just about control; it was about annihilation. He hunted those in power and absorbed their strength, becoming more formidable with each kill. But while William grew stronger, the seeds of rebellion began to take root, quietly at first, but with a growing resolve that could not be ignored.
In a dimly lit chamber beneath the city, the witches had gathered once again, their voices hushed as they discussed their plans. The ancient spell books lay open on the wooden table, their pages fragile with age, yet filled with promises of power. Stella stood at the center, her eyes determined, her posture rigid. She had taken the lead among the witches, their unspoken leader in this desperate hour.
