The witching hour has started, denoting the beginning of a new day for the eerie and blanched nightcrawlers, having our eyes turned into deep intense emerald as we sense another prey near us, hiding to keep an eye on them. Wrapped up in jet black shrouds, eager to exterminate their foes, getting ready to have it captured and relished. Gaining dynamism by feeding on their vital fluid, from the vital essence turns into a vigorous triumph. Having the casualty turn into their counterparts including broaden their clout, getting ready to be escorted the following night to seize more rival, and get on top surpassing the Mount Everest.