oon hung high, casting an ethereal glow on the surroundings, illuminating the gnarled roots and moss-covered stones like scattered gems. This night was diffe

re, amidst the ruins of an age long forgotten, that she would conduct the ritual that would set her on a collision course with her sister. The altar

stone. They spoke of power and sacrifice, of the delicate balance between creation and destruction

bone fragments, and a vial of dark liquid that shimmered like liquid night. Each item was steeped in

er voice barely above a whisper. She poured the dark liquid onto the altar, wat

thrum with excitement. Kate felt the world shift, the veil between realms thinning. It was intoxica

ng in fervor. "Grant me the strength to unleash chaos upon the wo

. Shadows danced at the edges of her vision, and she smiled, the thrill of power surging through her veins. Bu

surface smooth and cool beneath her fingertips. These remnants belonged to those who had dared to

lacing the bones around the altar. "Let their ess

ophony of voices blending into a singular sound that vibrated with power. Kate closed her eyes, allowing

, extinguishing her candle flames and plunging her into darkness. The shadows dee

she shouted into the darkness, anger

ows of the forest. The figure was small yet powerful, with a presence that commanded attentio

arrowing her eyes. "Wh

calm yet firm. "You tread a dangerous path. The f

ll not be swayed by your fears. The world need

Liz may not share your vision of destruction, but she is powerfu

d within her. "She has been coddled by her witch mother, living in a

derestimate her, Kate. You may be powerful, but your bond with Liz runs dee

rds. "I don't need her. I am

out power; it is about understanding. You are not merely two sides of the same coin; you are the bal

niting within her once more. "I will not

path you choose will shape not only your destiny but the fate of th

lt of emotions churned within her, anger battling with an unsettling awareness of truth. Liz was not j

more, her resolve hardening like iron. She would not let Liz stand in her way. She woul

aining component of her ritual-the final words of power that would solidify her intentions. "B

con of darkness. The winds howled around her, swirling in a chaotic dance as shadows intertwined, forming a sto

he back of her mind. The connection with her sister was undeniable, and th

e exertion. She had set the wheels in motion, and there would be no

aos, and she would be the one to

e path ahead was fraught with peril, but Kate welcomed the challenge. With her sister's impending arrival, the tru

just about conquering the world; it was about confronting the darkness