The Coven of the Cornerstone: The essence stealers

Previously

…The "Great Harvest." Not a metaphor. A literal description of a mass slaughter. Her hand trembled as she reached for a quill, intending to document her findings, to commit them to paper before the fragile threads of memory frayed. But her gaze was drawn to the distant lights of the town nestled in the valley below, a constellation of warm, inviting beacons against the encroaching night. Her heart pounded with a terrifying certainty. They were all potential victims, their lives mere fuel for the Coven’s insatiable hunger. And time, that most precious and fleeting of resources, was running out. The eternal dawn they craved would be bought with the blood of thousands.