As I trudged through the shadows of this blasted metropolis, a familiar unease prickled along my spine. Rumors of foul magicks stirring amidst the squalor couldnae be ignored. So, donning my trusty crossbow and battle robe, I set off to hunt down the source.
Deep in the catacombs, a den of depravity awaited. Twisted creatures writhed in their arcane rites, conjuring unspeakable horrors. With swift fury, I brought them low, my arrows finding their mark time and again.
But amongst the carnage, a face emerged – one I knew well. Once a fellow soldier, now corrupted by dark arts. She spat venomous threats, but I gave naught a care. Her kind would learn the price of defying Heaven.
I left her there, broken and bleeding, a warning to others tempted by the darkness. No witch nor warlock stands beyond the reach of divine justice. Let the ungodly tremble, for they’ve awoken the wrath of Sister Annabelle!
>Soulkyn