The damp cavern air smelled of ink and ancient magic.Kimora held her gold lantern high, searching for lost lore.
“…come closer…”
An enchanted whisper bypassed her ears, wrapping around her mind like warm silk. Her lantern fell and fragmented as she stepped forward, mesmerized.
Out of the black ink stepped the villain, his eyes burning like red embers. He didn’t speak aloud. He merely smiled as the hushed magic flooded Kimora’s thoughts, offering her absolute power. Kimora fell to her knees, entirely under the spell.
Anita Bacha.
Anita Bacha 