The cavern glowed with an ominous light as the runes on the walls flared brighter, the whispers now a deafening cacophony. Stacy and Dexter exchanged a sharp glance, their hands instinctively moving to their weapons.
"We need to leave," Dexter said, his voice calm but steely, his sharp Crimson eyes scanning the chamber for the source of the magic.
Before they could retreat, the whispers stopped abruptly. From the shadows, four figures emerged, their steps measured and deliberate. At their head was Faye, her olive eyes glowing faintly, her presence radiating dark power. She stood tall, her movements graceful yet unnerving. Flanking her were three witches, each exuding an aura of ancient magic.
Stacy tightened her grip on her dagger, Olathros. "Who the hell are you?" she demanded.
Faye's lips curved into a cold smile, her gaze flicking between the two hunters. "Who we are doesn't matter. What matters is that you're trespassing."
