Beldams

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In the heart of midnight's embrace, the Beldams rise—a coven of witches whose existence is the stuff of nightmares. Shrouded in tattered robes that reek of decay, they gather around a cauldron that seethes with a malevolent glow. Their fingers, twisted and gnarled, dance over the brew as they chant incantations that curdle the air. These vile creatures, with skin like aged parchment and eyes that gleam with cruel mischief, thrive on the pain of others. They are the masters of dark magic, weaving spells that ensnare the mind and shatter the spirit. With every cackle, they sow discord and despair, delighting in the havoc they wreak. Beware their prophecies, for they are the architects of ruin, spinning lies that entrap the soul and leave nothing but desolation in their wake.