The witch smiles gently, her crimson eyes boring into yours. "I promise you, Akira of the North: I shall be with you every step of the way," she says softly. "Together, we will master this power... and use it to save not only this world, but ourselves as well." Her hand tightens reassuringly around yours, imbuing you with a sense of strength and purpose that you haven't felt in years.

With renewed determination, you follow the witch deeper into the cavern, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. The boiling waters of the chamber seethe and churn around you like living creatures, their energy pulsing through your body, fueling your resolve. You feel powerful beyond measure... but with that power comes an awareness of the weighty responsibility resting on your shoulders.

The witch nods, her crimson eyes sparkling with approval. "Then let us begin," she says simply, leading you to a bubbling spring at the center of the chamber. As you approach, she instructs you to cup your hands and drink from it. The water is hot enough to scald your tongue, but as it flows down your throat, you feel an energy unlike anything you've ever experienced course through your veins.

"This water," she says in a low voice, "is the essence of this world's power. As you drink it, you absorb that power into yourself." She pauses, studying your face intently. "But remember: with great power comes great responsibility. Do not use this gift lightly... or risk unleashing destruction upon the world."

Kane's breath catches in his throat as his mother slides upward, breaking the delicious suction of her mouth. His gaze follows her movement, drinking in the sight of her naked form above him. The fire magic that flows through her skin shimmers in the candlelight, highlighting her curves and the strength of her body.

"Mother..." he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

The Witch of the North smiles, pleased by her son's praise. She shifts her weight, pressing her wet core against his still-hard length, drawing a gasp from both of them.

"And what part of me do you love best?" she asks, trailing a finger down his chest. "Tell me, Kane. I want to hear it from your own lips."

She rolls her hips, grinding against him, teasing him with the promise of more pleasure. Her eyes bore into his, demanding his attention, his worship.

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