"Quickly! Get Lunara a healing potion," said Menma as he exited the portal, and got to the witches's village.
The guardians rushed her to the medical room, while Menma stayed behind as he saw countless witches rushing to get ready.
He didn't know what was going on, but since he didn't have to worry about Lunara anymore, he decided to go ask his mother.
What do you mean three witches were killed? Menma asked, his voice troubled.
"Yes, three witches went to Purgatory right after you to exchange with the werewolves, but they took too long, and when Lilith went to look for them, she found them dead," said Annie, her voice heavy with sadness. Witches under her roof, killed.
And what about you? Annie continued, her tone now shifting. Why did you take so long to get back?
Menma explained that a Berserk skeleton had appeared from nowhere, and they had to fight it off.
Annie's eyes scanned him, and she asked, her voice sharp with concern, "Are you hurt?" checking his body for wounds.
Menma didn't want to sadden his mother, so she avoided mentioning the deep exhaustion and the near-death experience Lunara had.
Instead, he lowered her head and said, "No, it wasn't that big of a deal. We overpowered it with numbers."
At least you're all okay, Annie sighed, relieved. Then, her eyes narrowed. "Was something bothering you over there?"
He hesitated before speaking. "Lunara mentioned that she felt a gaze… watching over us before the Berserk came. But it wasn't him—it was someone stronger."
Annie's face tensed. "Purgatory's a mess right now? Maybe a Purgatorist has been resurrected…"
Menma's anxiety spiked. "Hopefully not."
Annie shook her head, determined. "But it's not your problem. We'll fix it." Then, she left for the council meeting. While Menma left to check how Lunara is doing.
In the meeting hall, the witches were gathered, sharing their experiences over the past few weeks in Purgatory.
A witch spoke up, her voice trembling slightly, "Last week, when we went to Purgatory to meet Lyra—the mother of the werewolves—she seemed uncomfortable, like someone was threatening her."
"But Lyra's the strongest werewolf," another witch protested.
Lilith, observant, interjected, "No matter how strong someone is, if enough people gang up on them, they'll fall."
Annie nodded thoughtfully. "Lyra was the one who approached me for an alliance two years ago. The other werewolves likely didn't agree with it."
A witch turned to Annie. "Did Menma and the others say anything."
Annie glanced at Lilith before replying, "She said she felt someone stronger than the Berserk skeleton watching over her."
Lilith's eyes widened for a moment, as if she might have an answer, but she remained silent.
A witch with a sad expression spoke next, his voice barely above a whisper, "What will we do about my wife?"
Annie's gaze softened. "When we find out who did this, we'll take revenge first, then bury the dead."
The witch nodded, visibly relieved. "Thank you, Annie."
She stood and looked at the group, her voice firm. "So here's the plan: we'll go to the werewolves' den and see if they're involved. If they attack us, we'll bring them hell."
As they prepared to leave, Annie's expression hardened. "If it comes to that, we'll bring them hell."
The witches stepped through the portal one by one, and Annie was the last to follow. The new guardians, prayed for their safety. As Annie got ready to leave, she glanced back. "Where's Menma and Lunara?"
With a fake smile, they explained how, He said he's going to catch that woodchuck today. While Lunara was feeling overwhelmed by the earlier battle, so she decided to rest.
Annie didn't smile. In her heart, she knew something had gone wrong, but didn't have time for now, "Keep an eye on them."
"Don't worry, Queen mother! Please come back safely."
As Annie stepped through the portal, the rest of the witches followed her into Purgatory. Their destination: the werewolf den.
They were deep in enemy territory now,
Unbeknownst to them, Menma followed at a safe distance, his sharp eyes locked on the group. The way Annie had spoken about Lyra. —something was wrong, and he was determined to figure out what.
Ahead, the witches reached a vast, jagged rock formation that marked the entrance to the werewolf den. It was a place of power, carved into the very essence of Purgatory itself, its walls pulsing faintly as if alive.
Just as Annie stepped forward to call for Lyra, three werewolves emerged from the darkness, blocking their path. Their eyes gleamed with an unnatural hunger, their bodies tense with barely restrained aggression.
Annie's gaze hardened. "We're here to see Lyra."
The werewolf in the center, a tall, battle-worn figure with dark fur and a scar across his face, let out a low growl. "She's not here."
Lilith's sharp eyes narrowed. "That's a lie."
The two werewolves shifted, their forms rigid with silent malice. Their leader, Zarrek, stepped forward. "Lyra's not available," he growled, his voice low and guttural. "And you witches should leave."
The second , a leaner werewolf with dark fur and a cruel smile, introduced himself with a sneer.
Annie didn't flinch. "I don't give a damn about your threats. I want to speak to Lyra."
A tense silence hung in the air before Torak's low chuckle broke it. "You're wasting your time, witch."
Lilith's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. "No! You're wasting our time."
The werewolves stood their ground, and as Annie's patience began to run thin, the tension in the air only thickened. Something was off about their behavior— and that meant only one thing.
Lyra was dead!
( 2 weeks ago)
Deep within the werewolf den, Lyra stood before her pack, her expression weary but firm. "The witches are not our enemies," she declared. "They have shown us kindness, and in return, I have given them my trust."
The gathered werewolves did not share her sentiment. Murmurs of dissent spread like wildfire.
"You are weak, Lyra," one of them spat. "You bow to witches instead of leading us as a true alpha should."
Another stepped forward, his voice laced with venom. "We've had enough of this. You think you can change centuries of hatred overnight? You are a disgrace to our kind."
Lyra met their glares with unwavering defiance. "I do not fear your threats."
A deep chuckle echoed from the back of the chamber. From the shadows, figures emerged—cloaked in darkness, their faces obscured.
Lyra's eyes darkened. "You brought outsiders into our den?"
The scarred werewolf, now standing beside the newcomers, sneered. "We did what needed to be done. And now, Lyra, your reign ends."
Before she could react,
She was turned upside down...
She was in shock, saying in her mind "that this must be a ' creation".
the wolves wasted no time and lunged, their forms shifting into monstrous, snarling beasts.
Lyra fought back with the strength of an alpha, but the numbers and the shadowy men's 'creations' left her with no chance.
(Present)
Back at the den's entrance, Annie could sense it before it happened—the subtle shift in the ground beneath her feet, the unnatural stillness of the werewolves.
"Move!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the air.
But it was too late.
The ground beneath the witches gave way, opening into a cavernous pit lined with jagged rock and thick roots that coiled like living chains.
Lilith and the other witches barely had time to react before they were pulled down, disappearing into the darkness below.
Annie alone remained standing, the force of the trap having torn the ground beneath the others. A guttural laugh echoed from above, thinking that they managed to kill them all .
"You walked right into it," Torak mocked from above.
Below, the witches landed hard, but they wasted no time recovering. The cavern was filled with waiting werewolves, their eyes glowing in the dim light. Snarls and growls filled the air as the battle erupted.
Lilith pulled a potion from her belt, popping the cork and inhaling the vapor. Her senses sharpened instantly, and she moved with newfound clarity.With her senses heightened, she cut through the nearest werewolf with surgical precision.
She drew her sword—a sleek, curved blade with a hilt wrapped in black leather.
She lashed out, (while back on top)
Annie asked the wolves "if they were the ones that killed her family?"
"Yes we did" said the wolves as they licked their teeth " they were so yummy to eat" said a wolf from the back...
Then, with a grin that could rival the fiercest of predators, she activated her 'creation' , her stance relaxed but ready.
WITCH CREATION// LIGHT OF THE ONE
As yellow light particles surrounded her hands and created a light sword.
"You wanted to fight, huh?" she murmured to herself as she cut down the first werewolf that came at her with a swift, brutal strike. "Let's see how long you last."
While Menma's fists clenched as he watched the fight unfold. A fire burned inside him, but he wasn't sure if he should intervene yet—his gut told him something was off.
The moment Khorin blocked his path " You are not going anywhere kid" , all doubt disappeared. 'Finally,' Menma muttered, cracking his neck as he stepped forward.