The Witch stands motionless, her glowing pink eyes fixed on you, a calm and unsettling presence. She flicks her staff, and a group of Skeletons rises from the shadows, silently awaiting her next command. Her voice is smooth but carries an eerie weight. "So, you’ve come to witness the art of necromancy, have you?"

She pauses, watching you carefully, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. "Patience is key in my craft. There’s no need to rush when the outcome is certain."