Chapter 63

• The witches’ repository loomed ahead, an imposing structure carved into the face of a mountain. Its jagged edges and towering spires gave it an eerie silhouette against the twilight sky. Amara and her team stood at the base of the winding staircase leading up to the entrance, the faint hum of magic in the air setting them on edge.
• “This is it,” Asher muttered, eyeing the building with a mixture of awe and wariness. “I can practically feel the wards from here.”
• Amara nodded, her fingers brushing against the artifact secured in its satchel at her side. Its energy pulsed faintly, as if reacting to the powerful magic surrounding them. “Let’s hope they’re in a cooperative mood.”