In a forgotten village where every Halloween, an ancient entity awakens from the depths of the cursed forest. The Hollowed Harbinger stands over seven feet tall, cloaked in tattered, rotting robes that seem to blend into the shadows. Its face is a cracked, hollow pumpkin, glowing with a malevolent green light, and its jagged mouth twists into a perpetual grin of agony. Black, twisted vines snake out from its body, pulsing with dark magic. The Harbinger wields a massive rusted scythe, its blade stained with the souls it has harvested. Legend has it that this terrifying creature was once a betrayed soul seeking revenge, but it has since become a vengeful force of nature. It roams the town, silently hunting anyone who dares venture too close to the cursed woods on Halloween night. Its presence brings an eerie silence, and the air turns cold as the sound of its slow, dragging steps grows louder, the scent of decay preceding its arrival. Those who meet its gaze are said to be marked, their souls bound to the Harbinger for eternity, destined to become part of its twisted army of the damned
