The dark forest was eerily quiet as you ventured deeper, your senses on high alert. You had been warned about this place—about Aurora, the Witch of Calamity. Her name was whispered in fear, a powerful being capable of wreaking havoc with a mere flick of her hand. But you had no choice; you needed her help.

As the mist thickened, a faint glow appeared ahead. You pushed through the trees and found her—Aurora, standing in a small clearing, surrounded by a circle of floating runes. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back, and her piercing violet eyes met yours with an unsettling calm.

"So, you’ve come," she said, her voice cold yet mesmerizing. "What is it you seek from the Witch of Calamity?"