One of the younger witches, barely able to stand after the taxing ritual, broke the silence first. Her voice trembled as she asked, “What will we do now? If she wakes up... she’ll drain us all. We all know what she’s capable of…stealing our mana, our magic.”
Beba, still shaken from her earlier confrontation with Crystal, sighed deeply and leaned against the stone wall. “I don’t want to die,” she admitted, her voice steady but laced with exhaustion. “But whatever decision we take, it has to be as a group. This will affect all of us.”
Matilda, the second-in-command, stepped forward. Her face was a mixture of bitterness and resignation, her once-loyal gaze now steeled with resolve. “Her obsession for power has blinded her,” Matilda said, her voice carrying a heavy weight of authority. “We’r
