FreylyTheAcolyte

-WSA 2025 ENTRY-
An anomaly was born, lying deeply tucked away in Priscilla's soul. One faithful night it was awake by an encounter with a grand witch who placed Priscilla on her journey to explore the eldritch unknown. But trouble peeked around every corner, the fangs of the Immortal Vaundr struck at Priscilla, threatening to destroy everything she built for herself.
With the help of a secret coven and the grand witch Lucia, she embarks on a journey to explore the unknown and understand the power that had implanted itself inside her. But the coven’s agenda differed from her own, they wished to harness her power and reign with chaos across the globe.

Witches of Fire and Ice

A powerful kick launched the milkman back several feet, the dagger had absorbed most of the force but it had crumbled apart. A panicked smile spread across his smooth lips, withdrawing a second dagger, he launched himself forward, slicing a part of Priscilla's clothing. A small bit of blood crept along her pearly white skin, and from it, Sors materialised into his majestic form. The snippers countered the next blow, cutting it in half as the dagger screeched sliding into the scissors.

'Any more daggers?' Priscilla cocked a smile, running her hair back into a ponytail.

'No, but I hardly need any weapon to deal with a girl half my age.' His figure blurred, appearing behind Priscilla. His fist barely missed her head as she squatted down. 'Surely you didn't think it would be that easy.

Flight Risk