The night becomes the agitated winds of something unknown. The atmosphere prepares to receive the forces of evil. That moon that shines without ceasing, provokes over these lands the shadows of darkness.

I feel a circular energy that creeps like a spectral light, and takes over my body, my mind, even my soul. It is what I chose, for I am descended from a legacy of witches willing to make pacts with all kinds of creatures, typical of a hellish world.

The rustling of the branches alters the attention of the crows, who prowl in search of a funereal body. Their flapping is now the sound of the skies, before the arrival of the thunder that will invoke an eternal being.

I long for their speedy arrival and glimpse around me the appearance of different souls, but they remain in sorrow knowing that their destiny will never be heaven, for they proclaim their sins to an uncertain being.

What was once considered a dream, today is the forest of the dead. An area covered by the cloak of darkness where only the extraordinary and sinister happens.

There, where a portal makes a connection with another world to which we communicate with the art of pagan esotericism. For I must admit that I have never felt greater energy than that obtained from the forces of the other world. That is why I have been chosen as a representative of the dark vitality.

I possess the power to summon the dead, but also to revive the fallen. The legacy could never have been formed if it were not for who we have chosen.

This is the night where the moon becomes present. Where the crows sharpen their beaks to taste the blood of a thousand bodies, it is the right place to absorb the energy delivered from the throne of that kingdom, which fortunately, I do not yet belong.

I sketch with my ancestral staff the drawing of a ruby circle. That portal which I saw for the first time with too much dread, today I have the opportunity to channel it in my likeness.

However, in an instant I lost control of my power and not only opened a portal of greater dimensions but also closed it at the wrong time.

It is now that the forest is guarded by demons that terrify all living beings. Even more so those considered mortal visitors, who will serve as rich fruit for an enraged kingdom in a time without destiny.