Draven Lockwood raced through the dense forest.
His boots pounding against the uneven ground.
The cold night air carried sounds of chaos.
Clashes of weapons, growls, and the distinct sound of explosions.
His sharp senses honed in on the commotion ahead.
Each breath of his carried urgency.
The faint luminescence of the moon casting long, shifting shadows between the towering trees.
He pushed through a thicket, finally reaching a clearing where the forest dipped into a steep pathway.
Draven stopped, his gaze locking onto the battle below.
His enhanced sight allowed him to make out several figures—
Two students, likely first-years judging by their smaller statures.
Frantically engaging a swarm of undead skeleton soldiers.
The scene was chaos incarnate.
Glowing red eyes of the skeletons burned ominously through the darkness.
