A chorus of creepy laughter cut through the air and echoed through the garden. In a macabre show, figures covered in darkness started to appear.
In a macabre spectacle, figures cloaked in darkness began to materialize, emerging from the ethereal depths with otherworldly grace.
One by one, they started to take shape, their bodies covered in torn black clothes and their faces hidden by shadows.
Each figure held a wicked scythe, and the pale moonlight shone off the shiny blades. Their appearance cast a dark cloud over the once peaceful garden as if they were made of the same material as darkness.
It was a meeting of evil, a grouping of ghostly beings whose purpose was still a secret.
"I didn't do anything. Ginger, come close to me!" Aizel yelled.
Hazel was already running and came right beside him.
"There are so many of them. Softie, I will support you," Hazel said.
