In the dark forest of the night, where the air was thick with the ominous howls of rabid beasts and monsters, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
The faint glow of the moonlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting eerie, shifting shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent.
Amidst this foreboding silence, something began to stir. Multiple figures moved with calculated precision, their silhouettes barely distinguishable in the dim light. The faint rustle of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig punctuated the quiet, betraying their presence.
Weapons gleamed faintly in the moonlight, and whispers of demonic magic crackled faintly in the air, a testament to the tension among them. Their movements, deliberate and synchronized, hinted at one thing—preparation.
