“Thank you all for your bravery today,” he called out, his voice strong but edged with urgency. “These attacks are becoming more frequent, and we need to stay vigilant. Please report this to your leaders. We will gather more information and respond accordingly.” He gave a slight, respectful bow, mindful of Willow’s limp form in his arms, before taking off toward the witches’ district.
Linus navigated the winding paths of the neighborhood, a mix of charm and mystery embedded in its cobblestone streets and ivy-clad homes. He soon approached a modest brick house nestled between towering oaks. It was simple yet radiated an aura of quiet power. Without hesitation, Linus knocked on the wooden door, shifting Willow slightly to keep her supported. The door creaked open to reveal a striking woman
