The eerie laughter still echoed in their ears as they stood in the darkness, their hearts pounding. The peaceful night of Lumina had been shattered, replaced by a sense of impending danger.
"Who's there?" Benjo called out, his voice steady despite the fear gripping him. The only response was the rustling of leaves and the chilling breeze that swept across the landscape.
Rico, Lyra, and Marco stood ready, their eyes scanning the darkness. They had faced threats before, fought dark sorcerers and warlocks. But this was different. This was an unknown enemy, a hidden threat.
Suddenly, a shadow moved, quick and silent. It was there one moment, gone the next. But it was enough. Enough to confirm their fears. There was indeed a new enemy. But who was it? What did it want?
As the night deepened, the group stood alert, their weapons ready. The enemy was near, the threat real. But they were not afraid. They were the protectors of Lumina, and they would face this threat together.