F.E.A.R.
“Saelari says… we’ve got mail.”
The air shimmered, and a projection unfurled from a pulse of magic—like smoke weaving itself into a figure. The crackling silhouette of the old bog witch appeared midair, waving her staff with unnecessary flair.
“Dearest Charlie,” the witch began, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I’ve found your stray puppies and a vamp. Stumbled right into my wards, all puffed-up and determined. Now... what would you like me to do with them?”
Before anyone could speak, Saelari surged through Nalia, her voice layered and powerful as it echoed from her vessel:
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