The dark forest loomed around them, its twisted branches reaching toward the moonlit sky like skeletal fingers. Lori, a spirit bound to the mortal realm, floated beside Chatan, her ethereal form shimmering faintly in the dim light. They moved silently through the dense undergrowth, their senses alert for any sign of Chantelle, the Duchess of Darkness.
"Lori, do you sense anything?" Chatan whispered, his eyes scanning the shadows.
Lori's translucent figure hovered closer to him, her voice tinged with urgency. "There's a malevolent presence nearby. It feels like... Chantelle. We must find her before it's too late."
Chatan nodded grimly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "We have to stop her before she can use Nicole's body for her dark purposes."
