The night air around the foot of Dark Mountain was thick with tension, as if the very earth knew that something dreadful was about to happen.

The dark silhouette of the Durack tree stood ominously at the foot of the Dark Mountain, its twisted branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers.

For centuries, it had been a symbol of Malakai's coven—a testament to the power and dark magic they wielded. But tonight, something was different.

Suddenly, without warning, ...