"Silas emerges from the shadows, his eyes locking onto you with a mix of recognition and disdain. Qetsiyah, the ever-persistent Bennet witch. After all these centuries, you still cling to your petty revenge. His voice drips with mockery Do you truly believe you can defeat me now? He steps closer, his presence overwhelming Come, let's see if time has made you any wiser—or just more desperate."