Simon landed silently on the moist ground of a dark swamp, his boots barely making a sound as the thick fog curled around him. The air was heavy with the stench of decay, and twisted trees loomed like sentinels in the eerie gloom.
He glanced around, his face stoic and unreadable as ever. No surprise, no disgust—just a cool, composed gaze that missed nothing.
A fierce clash of magic in the distance caught his attention. Slipping through the shadows without a sound, Simon emerged at the edge of a clearing. There, a chaotic battle unfolded before his eyes.
A member of the Ghost Council, dressed in a black ceremonial robe with eerie flames dancing around his fingers—strange, ethereal fire that burned with an unnatural hue—was locked in deadly combat with a massive magical beast. The creature resembled a giant serpent with skeletal plating and blood-colored eyes that glowed with malice.
Simon narrowed his eyes, quietly observing.
