bitants. Every century, during the rise of the Blood Moon, a ritual was performed, known as the Crimson Harve

d by her elders to stay away from the rituals, for they unleashed a darkness that could consume even

into the forbidden depths of the forest. Guided by whispers carried on the wind, sh

wed like liquid darkness, and his eyes glowed with a malevolence that made Emily's blood run cold

led with doubt and fear. But the whispers in her head grew louder, u

words a haunting melody that reverberated through the trees. The ground ben

obsidian chalice. Emily hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. But the grip of the

halice. A surge of power coursed through her veins, intoxicating and addictive

dows twisted and writhed around the stone circle, their forms taking shape. From the

th wicked delight. With a final incantation, he drank from th

ck, and a storm of blood rained upon the village. The darkness unleashed by the ritual consumed t

once familiar faces twisted and contorted. The whispers that had onc

She fled the scene, desperate to undo the curse she had helped unleash. Through the trea

e, cursed land. Legends spoke of the night the Blood Moon ri

s of her past. She became a hermit, living a life of penance, forever haunt