C57 Chapter Fifty Seven

The witches formed a circle around Eleanor, their faces set with determination. Eleanor took a deep breath, centering herself before beginning the incantation. The words flowed from her lips, imbued with power and purpose. As she chanted, the air around them seemed to shimmer, the magic taking form. The energy coalesced into a swirling vortex, pulsating with a dark, ominous light