The witch was the most powerful of her kind, her name whispered in both respect and fear across the land. Cithara. Her extraordinary powers were unmatched, a beacon of magic so pure it was blinding. But purity was a burden, for in the eyes of men, her innocence mattered little. They feared what they could not control. They feared her power. And so they named her a curse, the daughter of Lucifer, a harbinger of doom. Every foul name that human tongues could conjure clung to her like thorns, ...