A Vicha was the amalgamation of a witch’s hatred and skill, a manifestation of torment that shackled wizards to isolation and ceaseless flight.

Born from the noxious brew of loathing and malevolence, it materialised as a tangible entity, growing stronger with each infusion of the witch’s dark energy. This curse had a singular purpose — to pursue and devour the cursed wizard, a relentless hunt to drain his every ounce of energy. Once touched, it became an inescapable parasite, growing, overtaking, suffocating, and ultimately killing its unfortunate host.

Yet, within its existence, a paradox prevailed. As the Vicha hunted the cursed wizard, it expended energy. The longer the chase, the weaker it became. If the wizard but managed to elude it for long enough, the Vicha would wane and fade into the void.

However, this offered little solace, for the cursed became a harbinger of danger, his presence threatening everyone who crossed or shared paths with him — because the Vicha’s consumption was not confined to the cursed alone. It touched and consumed all creatures in its path, leaving a morbid trail of depletion. This forced the fleeing wizard to avoid crowded places and to abandon any companionship, leading a shunned existence in perpetual isolation.

Even in such a forsaken state, the curse was never your only enemy. The Vicha’s insidious reach extended beyond the immediate threat. Even with a weakened Vicha, the wizard’s prospects were daunting, for the curse rendered him a target for all witches. To evoke this powerful curse demanded true hatred that only the most vengeful of witches could manifest, but once it took shape, any witch could feed the Vicha. And feed they would.

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