Guinevere seethed with fury as she brooded in her frozen state, her mind consumed with rage at Marisol’s unwitting intrusion into her realm. The thought of the inexperienced hybrid witch stumbling upon her domain ignited a firestorm of frustration and anger within her.
How dare this mere fledgling possess such power, even in her naivety? Guinevere’s pride bristled at the realization that Marisol had already begun to tap into her latent abilities, despite her lack of training and experience. It unsettled her, stirring a deep-seated fear of the unknown.
In her weakened state of hibernation, Guinevere was acutely aware of her vulnerability. She had concealed herself from even her most trusted allies, cloaking herself in secrecy to guard against discovery. Yet Marisol had effortlessly breached her defenses, slipping into her realm with unsettling ease.
Had Marisol made even the slightest contact with her, Guinevere would have been trapped within the confines of her own realm, her power whisked away, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell.
The very idea filled Guinevere with a sense of dread, fueling her determination to act swiftly before it would be too late. She couldn’t afford to wait until her hibernation had run its course. By then, Marisol might have already grown to become a formidable adversary.
It was time to set her plans into motion, regardless of what it would cost her in this state. She hadn’t garnered enough power yet, and her sacrifice wasn’t even ready. The consequences of what she was about to do would be dire, but she couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Too much was already at stake, and Redwood was not giving her much of a choice.
Her demons stirred restlessly at her side, eager to carry out her bidding. So she called upon them and upon the dark entities that lurked at the fringes of her being and tasked them with a crucial mission: infiltrate Redwood and seek out a vulnerable soul; preferably a wounded one, ripe for manipulation and corruption.
As the shadows danced around her, eerie whispers of her demands released back into the night, Guinevere felt a surge of dark energy coursing through her veins. There was no turning back now. She had set events into motion that would shape the fate of Redwood and all who dwelled within its borders.