What followed was a battle unlike any Malefica had ever witnessed. The earth shook, the sky darkened, and their powers clashed with terrifying force.
The land twisted, trees splintered, and the air became heavy with magic as her grandmother fought with all she had. Finally, after a long and brutal struggle, her grandmother emerged victorious, though her strength was nearly spent.
As the Enchantress lay on the ground, her final words were barely more than a whisper, but the pool allowed Malefica to hear them clearly.
"I… I see the Wiccan Rule of Three in the future of your bloodline. Just as you were lost to the magic of the morning star… your daughter will be lost to the truth of noon… and her daughter will be lost to the night… the knight of order."
The Enchantress, bloodied and fading, managed a twisted smile.