Welcome to Legends of Aventress. I'm Nikki Scarlett and you're listening to Edge of Midnight.

Here is what happened last time. Witch hunters, come receive your well-earned rewards. Our deal is sealed

and these valiant witch hunters will not leave Druskenbald until the coven of the midnight moon is

annihilated. There are witches at the masquerade.

The Crescent Court is doomed, and the four of you are absolutely powerless to stop it.

You see the mass face of Anya Adelaide looking up at you with mischievous eyes and a malevolent grin.

It's about time you met my daughters.

Such an introduction is long overdue.

The form of Mother Midnight stands before you is nothing more than a shadow that lets out a gleeful cackle as the shadow slips off into the night sky and blinks out of existence.

Twelve hooded female silhouettes standing along the balcony above you. The entire party has been turned to stone.

All of you feel yourselves immediately stiffen as you are completely unable to move.

You all have dropped to level three.

Oh, fuck!

And just as your senses begin to leave you and surrender to your petrified fate,

each one of you feels a sudden eruption of energy from your very souls.

Change is the only constant in life. Maybe one of the most terrifying things in existence,

ripping us away from the warm and golden comforts of the known and familiar.

But just like death, you cannot escape it.

And most times the change was what you needed at the exact moment it came.

But that don't mean it ain't excruciately painful. Your senses have been plunged into darkness.

Following the chaos of the previous moments when you joined the entirety of the Crescent Court in petrification,

you all felt yourselves rendered completely helpless and even weakened by the dark magics of the coven of the midnight moon,

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