Twisted

Previously

…The night was no longer just a canvas for fear, but a stage for a nascent alliance. The scent of rosemary and obsidian mingled with the lingering ozone of unleashed magic. Elara felt the weight of the locket, no longer a symbol of loss, but a key to a shared future. The hunt had begun, but so had something else: a sisterhood forged in the crucible of danger, and the first, tentative steps towards an unknown, yet inevitable, confrontation. The shadows had found them, but in their shared peril, Elara and Lilith found the first glimmer of a light that might just guide them through the encroaching darkness.