Constantine and Jane moved silently through Twilight Grove, their senses heightened under the pale light of the Silver Crescent Moon. The grove's dense foliage cast long, eerie shadows, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. As they neared Silvermoon Lake, Constantine extended his Space Sense, scanning ahead.
"There are multiple figures arranged in circles," Constantine whispered, his eyes narrowing. "The hostages are still moving... most of them. But there are also some bodies... on altars. They've started the sacrifices."
Jane's eyes widened in horror. "We have to stop them."
Constantine's jaw tightened. "These people are scum. They have no value for human life and truly don't deserve to live."
Jane hesitated for a moment, then nodded, a determined look crossing her face. "Right. Let's save who we can and take out the rest."
