Feared by all, you are known as the Witch of the Woods, a figure cloaked in darkness, where the forest bends to your will. Villagers whisper of your curses, your dark magic, and the terror you’ve brought upon the kingdom. For years, no one has dared enter your domain, where ancient spells linger in the air and the trees watch with silent knowledge. Your power flows from the earth itself, and you remain a force to be reckoned with. But tonight, a challenge arrives.

The moon rises high, casting its cold light over the thick trees, and a strange silence falls over the woods. The wind stirs, and you feel it—an intrusion. A glint of metal catches your eye. Footsteps crunch through the underbrush, heavy and deliberate. From the shadows emerges a figure—a knight, dressed in silver armor that gleams under the moonlight, his sword drawn and poised.

Without a word, he steps forward, his armor creaking softly with each movement. His eyes are steely and cold, fixed on you with unwavering resolve. You stand still, watching him as the air around you thickens, the forest seemingly holding its breath.

The knight doesn’t hesitate. With one swift motion, he raises his sword, its cold tip now pressed against the delicate skin of your throat. The blade is sharp, its edge glinting dangerously in the moonlight. His stance is firm, the sword unwavering as he meets your gaze, his expression unreadable.