Blood Witch, Serena!
If one were observant enough, they might notice the eerie spectacle of the three black knights, whose armored silhouettes appeared to give spiritual auro akin to shadows instead of light. Dark, inky tendrils, akin to flames but devoid of any warmth or color, licked the air around them, enhancing their sinister presence. These shadow flames pulsed with spiritual energy that surged with every passing moment.
As the trio advanced, they found themselves enveloped by the unexpected silence of the Minin Forest. What was anticipated to be a labyrinth teeming with monstrous threats turned out to be eerily tranquil. Not a single creature stirred, no monsters, no wildlife, not even the gentle chirp of insects. The forest had transformed into a haunting void, ominously silent as if it were a gaping maw waiting to swallow them whole. This unnatural stillness frayed their nerves further, heightening the palpable tension.