The Witch Mug

Beneath the moonless night, thick fog shrouds the towering ancient castle. In the dimly lit chamber, an old sorcerer in tattered black robes raises a blood-soaked skull. His crimson eyes blazing with hatred, he chants ancient incantations in a raspy voice, summoning the powers of darkness. The skull glows red, black smoke billows from its nostrils, an evil spirit possesses the sorcerer's body, his power multiplied many times over. His cruel laughter echoes through the silent night, marking the beginning of unimaginable terror.