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A chorus of creepy laughter cut through the air and echoed through the garden. In a macabre show, figures covered in darkness started to appear. 

In a macabre spectacle, figures cloaked in darkness began to materialize, emerging from the ethereal depths with otherworldly grace.

One by one, they started to take shape, their bodies covered in torn black clothes and their faces hidden by shadows.

Each figure held a wicked scythe, and the pale moonlight shone off the shiny blades. Their appearance cast a dark cloud over the once peaceful garden as if they were made of the same material as darkness. 

It was a meeting of evil, a grouping of ghostly beings whose purpose was still a secret.

"I didn\'t do anything. Ginger, come close to me!" Aizel yelled.

Hazel was already running and came right beside him. 

"There are so many of them. Softie, I will support you," Hazel said.

"They all looked the same and seemed weak," Seraphine commented. 

"Then let\'s get rid of them, shall we?"

When the three of them moved, their magic wove through the air like complex tapestries of power.

Seraphine\'s skill with water magic was unmatched, and she was able to call up rushing streams that fell like waterfalls.

Every time a wave hit the ghostly figures, they flickered and vanished like wisps of smoke, only to be replaced by new ghosts that came out of the shadows. 

Seraphine used her water magic as if it were an extension of herself, moving with grace and accuracy. She twirled and spun, her graceful body turning into a hypnotic dance as spears of liquid came out of the depths of the currents she had created. 

She fought multiple enemies at once in a fluid show of skill. Her spears flew through the air in a complex ballet of destruction.

With each thrust and parry, she killed the ghostly forms with a grace that deceived how dangerous the fight was. 

She avoided their ethereal scythes with elegance and then struck back with unrelenting violence, her motions rapid and deliberate, her focus unwavering.

Aizel loved the thrill of the fight, and his instincts were as sharp as a razor. With Sekki, firmly in his hand, he turned into an unbreakable wall and deflected the constant attacks of enemies with scythes. 

He moved quickly and deftly, and his body was a blur of motion as he switched between defense and attack.

As the ghostly figures charged at him, Aizel easily avoided their attacks. His quick footwork reminded me of an expert dancer avoiding an unseen partner. 

He answered their attacks with powerful punches and kicks, his hands and feet filled with the fiery energy of his elemental powers.

Each hit sent shockwaves through the air and set off explosions of fire that covered his opponents in a torrent of searing heat.

The force of his blows sent the ghostly figures hurtling through the air, their incorporeal forms disintegrating upon impact, vanishing into nothingness.

Hazel\'s connection to the natural world manifested through her mastery of wood magic. 

With a focused look and a flick of her wrist, she called up roots and branches from the world around her. These living parts of nature moved and turned in perfect sync with her plans. 

This made it hard for the ghostly figures to move and slowed them down.

The earth answered Hazel\'s call and offered to help her fight with its strength and toughness. Thick roots grew out of the ground and made a network of shields that kept the scythes away from her and Aizel.

The three of them fought nonstop, and their resolve didn\'t waver even when they were facing constant resistance.

Hours melded together as they fought on, their movements a symphony of precision and unity. 

With each passing moment, the ghostly shadows grew less frequent, their numbers dwindling under the relentless assault of Aizel, Seraphine, and Hazel.

They were exhausted; sweat beaded on their foreheads, and their muscles ached.

Still, they didn\'t give up, and their resolve grew stronger with each enemy they beat. 

As the last ghostly forms faded away, silence fell over the once noisy battlefield.

The trio stood amidst the stillness, their chests heaving with exertion, but their spirits triumphant. The three people took a moment to catch their breath, breathed a sigh of relief, and then fell to the ground on their backs. 

"T...That was exhausting," Hazel said.

"I...I...I hope...we can catch a breath," Aizel replied, heaving heavily.

After a rest, the trio stood up and were ready to search for the herb.

"I think the herb should be here in this garden," Hazel said.

"How does it look?" Aizel asked.

"The herb is called Luminroot herb. It has a slender stalk that reaches about one foot and delicate pure-white petals. 

"We only need the root,"

Aizel nodded.

The trio then quickly spread throughout the surrounding area, trying to find the Luminroot herb. 

In their search for the hard-to-find herb, they looked everywhere, with their eyes scanning through the foliage and their hands brushing against the leaves. 

As they looked through the bush, time seemed to go on forever.

After what seemed like a long time, Hazel\'s sharp eyes saw a bright white spot in the middle of all the darkness. 

Her heart quickened with hope as she carefully approached the precious herb, her fingers trembling with anticipation. With utmost care, she plucked it from its resting place, cradling it gently in her palms.

"Found it, guys."

Both Aizel and Seraphine rushed towards her at the same time. 

*Phew* This little adventure was really good; I had fun," Aizel said.

"Me too, softie; now I will be able to brew the potions for all of you," Hazel said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"It seems I need to train more so I won\'t disappoint you and waste your efforts for us," Aizel replied.

"Hehe, don\'t worry, softie. Sera will protect you and Daisy," Hazel said with a wink.

"I don\'t need her protection." Aizel snorted.

"We should leave; this is not the place to have a chit-chat," Seraphine said. 

"Yes, you should listen to the bastard child\'s commands, kids."

Suddenly, a weak girl\'s voice resounded behind them.

The trio turned around to see a slender man standing there quietly. Aizel\'s keen eyes sized up the man in front of them, taking in his unusually slim build. 

Even though he looked weak, he gave off an air of power and grace that couldn\'t be denied.

The man\'s long, wavy hair fell like a stream of midnight silk, framing his pale face in a glow that seemed to come from another world. 

His skin was as white as freshly fallen snow. In the moonlight, it seemed to shine, giving him an otherworldly look. Even though he looked weak, he had an air of wonder and power that drew everyone\'s attention.

Is he a girl or boy" Aizel thought.