#2 - Meet Amina the Witch

The African jungle breathes. And, watches.
As Dahabu and his companions trek deeper into the cursed island, the trees close in, and the air turns heavy with unseen menace. Grotesque sculptures—once men, now moss-covered warnings—line their path, faces frozen in fear. Lights flicker like spirits among the branches. At the trail’s end: an ancient temple, part ruin, part heartbeat of something dark.
Inside lies the Moon’s Shard, pulsing with power and peril. But it won’t be taken easily. Riddles twist like vines. Traps strike at mind and soul.
Then—
From the temple’s shadows, she emerges.
Amina. The witch.
Graceful, unreadable, dangerous. Her green eyes shimmer with power not her own. The jungle stills. The snake within whispers. And the island… hungers.