Conceived under the moon
The battle in Diablo's chamber had erupted into chaos, the floodwaters rising with alarming speed. Diablo himself struggled to maintain his footing as the water surged around him, his once-confident demeanor replaced with a flicker of panic. The Witch Queen, sensing the danger, glanced toward the broken window on the far wall. It was a narrow escape route, but she didn't hesitate.
"You're on your own, love," she said to Diablo, her voice almost cheerful. "Good luck with your guests." And with a burst of dark energy, she disappeared, her laughter lingering in the air as she vanished into the night.