Death Wolf
"κώνος δείξτε τον εαυτό σας μάγισσες του κακού, ήρθε η ώρα να προσκυνήσετε."
The rustling of dried leaves fills the silence, footsteps echoing from all directions.
Then, they step forward. Three hundred hooded figures, each holding a diya in their hands, their eyes glowing a sinister blood-red. They chant in unison, forming a circle around the clearing.
The man steps forward, standing in the center.
He closes his eyes and utters, "Let it show."
Charlotte nods at the women. The chanting intensifies, their voices rising as a red light erupts from their diyas, rushing toward the center. The clearing hums with energy as the light spirals upward, shifting, twisting—molding itself into a form.