Chapter 2: Whispers of the Crown
Saphyra, Sybil, and Sylvara stood together, their modern yet mystical outfits blending dark cloaks with intricate magical embroidery.
A unique tattoo, composed of elegant arcane symbols and interconnected geometric patterns, stretched from the left side of their foreheads, trailing past their eyes, down their necks, and onto their right arms.
This tattoo was their mark—the symbol of their rank as the New Guardians, an elite trio tasked with protecting the future queen.
And since Lunara was the daughter of Annie, that made her the future queen of the witches.
Menma crossed his arms, staring at Annie. "Are you seriously bringing Lunara to Purgatory? We can't risk the future queen dying over something reckless."
Annie smirked. "Well, at least she can catch a woodchuck."
Lunara rolled her eyes. "Nah, Menma's just trying to keep me here so he can increase his skeleton kill count. But I'm not letting that happen."
With that, they began preparing. Various potions were gathered—each one designed to enhance their abilities in different ways.
As they approached the portal, Annie turned to Menma. "Don't forget your sword."
He reached for his weapon—a thick, one-handed blade built for powerful strikes. Unlike most swords, its tip was flat and squared, designed more for crushing than slicing.
The hilt was wrapped in dark leather, and its elegant crossguard twisted like intertwining shadows.