WitchFall

In a world where magic is heresy and accusations of witchcraft lead to the dreaded WitchFall dungeons, Saria lives under the shadow of Magistrate Mathis. He's the village's feared witch-finder, yet Saria suspects he hides a dark secret of his own. When her friend is taken, Saria vows to uncover the truth, leading her down a dangerous path where the line between hunter and hunted blurs, and her own destiny becomes entangled with the very man she despises. Will she expose the truth, or become another victim of WitchFall?

WitchFall

In a world where magic is heresy and accusations of witchcraft lead to the dreaded WitchFall dungeons, Saria lives under the shadow of Magistrate Mathis. He's the village's feared witch-finder, yet Saria suspects he hides a dark secret of his own. When her friend is taken, Saria vows to uncover the truth, leading her down a dangerous path where the line between hunter and hunted blurs, and her own destiny becomes entangled with the very man she despises. Will she expose the truth, or become another victim of WitchFall?

The humid air of Drimidan pressed down, thick with the scent of pine and an unspoken fear that clung to every villager. I walked the familiar path, my gaze drawn, as always, to the imposing silhouette of WitchFall Fortress on the distant hill. It loomed like a constant, grim reminder of where accusations led, and what secrets lay buried.

My friend, Udora, hurried to catch up, her hand nervously clutching my sleeve. "He's like a king living up on that hill," she remarked, her voice hushed, echoing the pervasive awe and dread of Magistrate Mathis. I scoffed, a bitter taste in my mouth.

"An evil one," I muttered, my eyes narrowing on the fortress. Ever since he'd taken Mara, my heart had hardened against him. He was a tyrant in powdered wig and an elaborate cravat, and I swore I would prove it.