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... on hung high above, illuminating the clearing, where witches hummed in haunting harmony, their voices swelling with the rhythmic chants.
Alicarde stood on edge, his eyes narrowing as he watched the unsettling beauty unfold before him. The melody itself felt like a spell, a song that lulled the night into a trance while filling him with dread.
Beneath their feet, magic circles glowed with runes traced in silver, feeding off the moon’s energy. Tendrils of light wove from the circle ...
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