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Amidst the flickering candlelight in her grand chamber, Constantine stood before a gathering of her fellow witches. The room was charged with an atmosphere of palpable tension, and the air seemed to thicken as she began to speak.

"Witches of our coven," Constantine's voice rang out, commanding the attention of all who were present. Her eyes, gleaming with a newfound darkness, surveyed the assembly. "As your Supreme Sorcerer, I stand before you with grave news. A prophecy, one of ancient origins, threatens our existence."

Murmurs of concern rippled through the crowd. Witches exchanged worried glances, the weight of Constantine's words settling upon their shoulders.

Constantine continued, her tone unwavering. "This prophecy speaks of an abomination, born of an unnatural union, that will bring an end to all we hold dear. It must not come to pass."

Eyes darted among the gathered witches, understanding the gravity of the situation. The fate of their coven hung in the balance.

"To ensure ou
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