Whispers of the Silver Grove
"By the light of the moon and the secrets of the night, we gather to weave the threads of fate."
The chant, whispered by a group of five cloaked figures, filled the ancient grove with an eerie, ethereal energy. They stood in a circle, their hands clasped together, their eyes closed, and their hearts open to the magic that swirled around them. The Silver Grove, hidden deep within the heart of the enchanted forest, had witnessed countless rituals over the centuries, but tonight's gathering held a significance unlike any other.
