How to kill an immortal wolf
One of the witches whispered, trembling, “They… they can see us. They feel us.”
“Yes,” the immortal beside her said. “And they fear what they cannot predict. That is our advantage.”
Ahead, a massive shape began to take form. It was impossible, fractal and fluid at once, constantly folding in and out of dimensions. Eyes flickered across its surface, infinite and aware, absorbing their presence and calculating their every move.
A resonant, omnipresent voice filled the Void.
“The anomaly approaches. It threatens order. Correct it… or be erased.”
Seraphine’s pulse quickened.