Whispers Of The Cursed [TaeJin, JiKook]

"Makeover "

After completing the initial rituals, the shaman made her way toward the secluded mountains, where the trees stood tall like silent sentinels, and the crisp air was heavy with the cold of impending snowfall. The light flakes of snow drifted lazily through the air, but there was an unsettling tension in the atmosphere, as if the earth itself was holding its breath.

In the heart of the mountains, the shaman arrived at a clearing bathed in the pale glow of the moonlight. Her long robes billowed in the wind as she began to chant, her voice rising and falling in a rhythm that echoed through the stillness of the night. She danced with a sword clutched tightly in her hand, its blade gleaming in the moonlight. Each step she took was deliberate, drawing the circle of power around her, preparing for what was to come.

The once peaceful night began to shift. The gentle snowfall ceased abruptly, replaced by an ominous stillness. Dark clouds rolled in, and the air became thick with the presence of something otherworldly, a creeping darkness that swallowed the light. Shadows danced around her, swirling as if alive, and the temperature dropped further, the cold biting at her skin. A heavy, malevolent force descended, filling the clearing with a suffocating weight.

The shaman paused, sensing a presence behind her. Slowly, without a hint of fear, she turned to confront it. Her eyes, sharp and unwavering, fell on a spectral figure standing in the shadows. The figure, a woman draped in tattered clothes, exuded an overwhelming sadness, her face streaked with tears that glowed faintly in the darkness.

Without hesitation, the shaman's voice cut through the thick air, commanding and fierce.

"What problem do you have with the Kim family's bride? Stop tormenting them!" she declared, her voice booming across the clearing. "They've done nothing to you. Stay away from their unborn child! If you harm that child, you'll have to face me."

The spectral woman's sobs faded to a low murmur as she stared at the shaman with hollow, lifeless eyes. The shaman, recognizing the danger, swiftly moved her hands, creating a protective barrier around the woman, trapping her within the circle of power. The wind howled, and the figure's expression twisted into one of pure rage.