Synopsis

Shadows stretched long as Willow fled, pursued by figures warped by dark magic. Each step was a gamble, each breath a prayer against the assassins closing in. They were vessels of corruption, their eyes burning with an unnatural light, driven by a hunger she understood all too well. She ran for her life, but they hunted with a chilling precision, their movements mirroring her own. The air crackled with unseen energy as they gained ground, their footsteps echoing the frantic beat of her heart