Beneath a sky stained crimson by the dying moon, an ancient castle rose from a valley of ash. At midnight, the Devil summoned his coven, a secret circle of witches bound by an oath older than kingdoms. Beside him stood the dark enchantress, her black robes flowing like smoke as she prepared the final ritual. Around them, skulls, candles, and forbidden symbols covered the stone table. The Devil raised his trident, and the flames suddenly twisted toward the heavens. The witch whispered forgotten words, awakening shadows buried beneath the earth. One by one, the castle towers began to glow with an unnatural fire. Yet the ritual was not meant to summon destruction. It was meant to open a doorway between worlds. As the ancient gate appeared, the coven realized something was waiting beyond it—something even the Devil feared. Then the gate slowly opened, and darkness stepped through without a sound.