⠀⠀ ⠀⠀   ⠀   ⠀      ✯✯✯ In the midst of a rare forest, under a dark sky full of curses, in an old unkempt tower filled with vines, breathing five dark magicians who met. Footsteps on the grass, making a wilting green and soon black, them breath smells very pungent, but them face is very charming. Them face did not escape the beauty of a cursed queen, them soul was extremely crusty and hard, them gaze hypnotized the gaze for a moment. Potion after potion was created for victory, for contentment, and for the harvest of the world.