Ring of the Witch

I've been here before... This darkness... A rusty '53 Bel Air frame covered by undergrowth with the German license plate 'W-MM 9615'... Something moved!!! For God's sake! That thing moved!! It's... a woman... Her face looks gaunt... She looks like... a witch... Is she dying? Oh, my God, Is that a wedding dress? It is almost disintegrated by time... I can still see the silk sleeves with the crystal elements. She still has the tiara and veil... She has a dead bouquet, a pearl bracelet, and a turquoise handkerchief in her hands. Is that thing glowing... a wedding ring? I feel the urgency to... touch it... WHAT THE!!!!!! - [The witch sat down in an unexpected violent movement. He fell and started screaming, trying desperately to run away from that place. The witch was shaking uncontrollably, screaming repeatedly in an unsupportable high pitch...] "VAHN!" "DAH!" "KORA!" "VAHN!" "DAH!" "KORAAA!!" A powerful German Consortium operating in London... The Interpol conducting a worldwide investigation on plundered archaeological objects. A legend around a ring and four sacred objects that if reunited would trigger devastating events for humanity… The new Professor at Birkbeck never imagined that his recurring nightmare was going to lead him to a fast-paced thriller involving complex characters with supernatural powers fighting against their own demons, as well as against the worst of the human greed.