In a secluded forest, an eerie meeting comes to life. A lone candle flickers, its light struggling amidst a ring of glowing Jack-o'-lanterns, each casting a sinister stare. Surrounding this are malevolent entities, eyes aglow and fangs bared, awaiting their master's signal. Central to it all is the Wraithwood Druid, a dreadful blend of rotting wood and skeletal fragments. His face, a visage of decay, smiles darkly. Yellow eyes glint from beneath his hood, fixated on the candle. His gnarled fingers seem to beckon the darkness itself. This is no mere gathering; it's a ritual led by the forest's dark sovereign, Wraithwood. All elements of the spectral and demonic focus on the candle's dying light, ready to plunge the woods into eternal shadow.