The Breaking Storm

Suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the church as a dark figure emerged from the shadows. The figure was cloaked in dark robes, their face obscured. It was a powerful witch's minion, tasked with guarding the church.

"Stop right there!" the minion commanded, their voice a harsh rasp. "You're trespassing on sacred ground. The master will not tolerate your interference."

Maya, her werewolf senses on high alert, responded quickly. "We're here to put an end to the chaos and protect the town. Step aside, or face the consequences."

The minion laughed, a chilling sound that resonated through the church. "You think you can stop what's already been set in motion? You're too late. The storm is just the beginning."