Wiccan's Wicked Spell Book Of Shadows! -

Billy’s eyes sparked with blue electricity. He didn't flinch. He grabbed his twin-headed staff, the brass glowing white-hot. He began the incantation—the rhythmic, repetitive chanting that was his trademark. "IwanttofindhimIwanttofindhimIwanttofindhim..."

Unlike the ancient Grimoires of Doctor Strange, Billy’s book was a living record of chaos and intent. He ran his fingers over the embossed sigil on the front—the Demiurge’s star. As the cover creaked open, the room dimmed. The pages weren't paper; they were sheets of solidified moonlight, etched with glowing indigo ink that pulsed in time with his heartbeat. WICCAN'S Wicked Spell Book of Shadows!

He realized then that the book wasn't just a tool for spells. It was a diary of his destiny, and it had just told him that his brother wasn't just lost—he was being hunted. Billy’s eyes sparked with blue electricity