111:The Evil Summon

Lukas stepped out into the open field, the soft crunch of grass beneath his boots the only sound in the still night. A cold breeze brushed past him, carrying a strange, almost metallic scent. He lifted his gaze, his sharp eyes locking onto the dark red moon hanging in the sky. It glowed ominously, casting an eerie crimson hue across the land.

The air felt different—thicker, heavier, as if an invisible force had settled over everything. It wasn't just his imagination. Something had changed. The unnatural silence, the way the wind barely rustled the trees, and the unsettling chill creeping up his spine all pointed to one thing.

A red full moon.

The night when the abyss's dark energy surged to its peak. A night when shadows grew bolder, and whispers of the unseen echoed through the air. A night meant for the darkest rituals, where forbidden powers stirred and things best left untouched crawled their way into the world.

Lukas clicked his tongue in irritation.