The Covent

They burned them.

They buried them.

They believed it was over.

But the earth remembers everything.

Deep beneath the soil, the coven waited—growing, feeding, becoming something far darker than before. When the blood moon rises, so do they… crowned in bone and branch, their bodies fused with the roots of the earth itself.

And they did not return alone.

From the fields and forests, from the graves and the ashes, an army has risen—living pumpkins carved with rage, bound by ritual, and loyal only to the coven that created them.

Tonight, the ritual begins again.

Every step you take draws you deeper into their world.

Every shadow watches.

Every breath feeds the darkness.

You were never meant to survive this.

Because in the end… the earth does not forget. It consumes.