Breeze sliced through the Witch.
Through her eyes, a temporal black
It is familiar yet unfamiliar.
Like a memory from a long time ago.
Before she could figure out the cause, ashes coated her entire body.
The deeper she fell, the fainter her presence grew along with the weaker breeze.
Until she was no longer there.
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The Witch blinked open her eyes. A large, rocky cavern, with a ceiling reaching 200 feet tall.
And at the front lies a gate just as tall, sat two large Knight statues with hammers on their shoulders.
Besides them were several sigiled knights yawning.
"How perculiar..." The Witch noted the lack of adventurers. "Did they all advance already?"
"They all couldn't wait, Uncle Demond."
A tap. The Witch glanced over her shoulder. "Didn't notice a while till you're here."
