While the others slept, Marco remained awake, his mind filled with fear and uncertainty. He couldn't shake off the image of the demonic beast lurking behind the woman's beautiful façade.
When he glanced at her sleeping spot and found it empty, his heart pounded in his chest. Quietly, he rose, his senses on high alert. He followed the faint tracks, leading him to a serene lake under the moonlight.
There, he found her. The woman, her back to him, standing by the water. As he watched from the shadows, she turned around, her eyes meeting his. "You can see me, right?" she asked, her voice echoing in the quiet night.
Confusion swept over Marco. He had made sure to cover his presence. But then she spoke again, her voice chilling him to the bone. "Marco," she said, her eyes glowing red, a wicked grin on her face.
In an instant, she lunged at him. But Marco was ready. He summoned his powers, his fear replaced by determination. He was not just Marco, the former dark warlock. He was Marco, the protector of Lumina, Benjo's brother. And he would not go down without a fight.