Inspection
The traces of that person are sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. His figure is often lost in the shadows. He walked quietly amidst the gloomy bushes.
Step by step, his feet brushed the bushes and dry leaves. The thick trunk of the tree implies horror. A tattered black cloak covered his body.
The man stopped. The head covered by the hood looked up. He looked around while enjoying the sound of the wind blending with the leaves, like the sound of a demon.
Sometimes it sounded like a whistle, then a shriek, then suddenly turned into a deathly silence. A bush that locals have rumored as a place for demons to breed.
The man seemed to ignore the danger, or he was the danger, Eric didn't know. I don't know why I really want to enjoy the ritual. Eric was sure that the man was performing a ritual.
Now Eric saw his lips mutter like he was casting a spell. His tall body was still covered in a cloak.