Amid the throng of supernatural beings in the underground market, Alex's attention was drawn to a secluded circle gathered around a flickering bonfire in a shadowed alcove. A coven of witches, clad in elaborate cloaks and adorned with ancient symbols, chanted in a language as old as time itself. Their voices rose and fell in a haunting cadence that resonated with both sorrow and strength.
One of the witches, with eyes that seemed to hold the wisdom of countless generations, fixed her gaze on Alex and beckoned him closer. As he approached, the air grew heavy with the scent of burning herbs and the promise of secrets. The coven's call was both a warning and an invitation—an offer to reveal hidden truths and to become part of a ritual that bound their fates together. The witches spoke cryptically of an imminent convergence of supernatural forces and hinted that Alex's destiny was intertwined with theirs in ways he was only beginning to comprehend.