The torches on the wall flickered, barely lighting the darkness in the old stone room. Their flickering light gnarled against the shadows of the hunters which stretched tall on the ground. The group of hunters stood in uneasy silence, waiting for Gecko to show himself.
Warlocks that dabbled in dark magic always had a few tricks up their sleeves. Gecko's surrender would not come easily.
"Lumos Ignis." Phoebe whispered into the howling wind that was seeping into the room.
A soft powerful glow emerged, flooding the room with white and golden energy. And yet, the one they sought remained in hiding. All they heard was silence, their eyes darted around in search of suspicious activity.
"Alright do not say that we never gave you a chance." Phoebe warned in a tired voice.
