A warrior looked up, his eyes widening in horror at the sight of strange creatures hovering in the sky. Dark, ethereal forms twisted and writhed, a clear sign that the ceremony's dark magic had taken effect.
"So it has begun," he muttered to himself.
Without hesitation, he leaped into action, confronting one of the spirits. The air crackled with energy as their weapons clashed.
"You're part of the Dark Triad, aren't you? Where is your leader?" the warrior demanded, his voice steady despite the chaos around him.
The spirit chuckled darkly. "Hehe, you think you can stand against us?"
Their battle intensified, each strike more ferocious than the last. The warrior knew that defeating this spirit was only the beginning. He had to find a way to stop the Dark Triad and their leader before it was too late.