Bewitch

The sun slowly dipped below the horizon, its warm rays stretched through the dense canopy of the forest, painting the sky in a shade of orange and red. The leaves of the trees bathed in this light, gently fluttering in the cool breeze.

In the depths of the forest, the eastern camp set up by the Magi of the allied forces had come alive once again. As the sun slowly set, countless lanterns and glowing crystal balls lit up one after the other, lighting up the camp.

Campfires were set up at various places and the Magi, dressed in robes of all colors, sat around the fire, their face illuminated by the light.

Some were in deep conversation, talking about arcane studies, while others spoke about their experiences while going out on missions earlier today. The large camp was slowly beginning to fill up with the gradual inflow of people as the sun finally set.