In a secluded forest glade, an ancient witch hunched over an obsidian altar, her claw-like fingers grasping a sacrificial dagger with glowing crimson sigils. One dagger to kill them all. Her dark hollow eyes stared malevolently beneath her tattered hood, silver hair hanging in greasy strands. The altar held animal skulls, melted candles, and bowls of viscous black liquid. Jagged stones surrounding the glade pulsed with eerie green energy, as if alive. Turbulent black clouds pierced by unnatural lightning streaked across the night sky. An unnatural, cold green light emanated from the stones, casting stark shadows across the ritual.
