The mystic in the mountain, a great mage of ancient lore, often whispers incantations, casting spells that echo evermore. A secret veiled in those caverns, elusive, yet drawing near with each passing day. Crafting a disciple, a pawn to tread his magical way. A pawn, he says, so he doesn’t dirty his precious wings. Hexfeather speaks his words amidst the ducks of Quackingwaxx, a faithful messenger to enact his grand design. She is tasked to seek witches, attuned to the mystical path, guardians of a secret coven that convenes in nocturnal stealth, protecting the mountain's sacred pass. In exchange, treasures unseen, spatial keys gifted with an enigmatic sheen. He experiments with magic, manipulating the land and often causing chaos, though it was not his initial plan. Seeking occult knowledge with a scepter in his hand...