the last. Livestock fell ill, their bodies withering away as if drained of life. Crops that had once flourished now lay barren, their leav

illagers began to turn on each other, their paranoia growing with each passing day. Brook, Pete, and Parker knew

y, trying to ease their fears and convince them to stand together. It was a difficult task, but her det

and he was determined to see her curse lifted. Mary, the village midwife, also joined them. She had seen her fair share of dark magic and wa

s said to be thinnest. The air was thick with tension as they prepared for the ritual. Parker had brought wi

anguage that none of them understood, his voice low and steady. The candles flickered, their flames

ckle. She clutched the grimoire tightly, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew

s swayed, their branches creaking as if in protest. The whispers that Brook had alwa

t out, plunging the clearing into darkness. For a moment, there was s

e to sum

ed. She knew that v