Alpha Defeated the Witch

My eyes felt heavy, as if lead weights were attached to my lids, dragging them down with an unrelenting force. The world around me slowly faded away, consumed by the overpowering darkness that was rapidly encroaching upon me. I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, but my mind was a jumbled mess of confusion and disorientation.

A metallic tang filled my nostrils, and I soon realized that blood was dripping from my nose, staining my lips with its crimson hue. The sharp, searing pain that coursed through my body reminded me of the brutal blow that had been dealt to me by my assailant.

I lay there, unable to move anything except for my breath, feeling as though the very life force was being drained from my body. A heavy sense of disappointment washed over me, a bitter reminder of the reason I had come to this place in the first place.

My mission was simple: save Ayra, break the spell that had been cast upon her, and bring her back to safety at the hotel. But now, as I lay helple