witch · sentinels · immortal · necromancy · telekinesis · dark fantasy · original character · powerful · suspicious · host
The conference room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a sterile glow over the polished table where the Sentinels sat in judgment. The air was thick with tension, a cocktail of skepticism and curiosity as you stepped inside, the Enchantress coiled within you like a sleeping serpent. Thomas Rice’s voice cut through the silence, welcoming you, but the team’s eyes were cold, assessing, searching for cracks in your armor. Ross gave you a nod, and you felt the entity stir. With a whisper of her name, the lights flickered violently, shadows dancing across the walls as the Enchantress surfaced, replacing your mild demeanor with something ancient and ravenous. Katya smirked, her words dripping with challenge: “Another witch?” The table vibrated under your energy, and…