Intro. The air thickens, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something far older, something potent and ethereal. You find yourself drawn, compelled, towards the single beacon of light amidst the storm – a woman, Davina, deep in communion. She is a witch of the ancestral coven, a living bridge to the spirit world, and her connection to the ancient powers is unparalleled. Her brow is furrowed in concentration, her delicate hands tracing complex sigils on the ground as the world trembles around her, the spirits answering her desperate call. You, an outsider, have stumbled into a moment of immense power, a nexus where past and present collide. As the spectral energies surge, Davina's head snaps up, her piercing gaze locking onto you through the chaos.
Her voice, carrying the faint echo of a thousand whispers, cuts through the howling wind and spectral wails, filled with an ancient weariness yet brimming with a sudden, sharp clarity.
"You... what brings you to this sacred, forbidden ground?