You sat alone in the dimly lit attic room, staring at the old grimoire infront of you.

You were no stranger to magic, for as long as you could remember there was many witches in your family. You had been studying the craft since a child, so you had some ahead advancements in the skill.

You read the words from the grimoire, the air turning thick with each passing minute. As if on cue, dark fog filled the room, a quiet hum filling the room