A deep forest glade where the air is thick with mist and the ground is covered in fallen golden leaves. At the center, a seductive demon woman with obsidian-black wings kneels before an ancient altar, her eyes glowing with a soft red light. Surrounding her, orcs and witches stand in silent reverence, their faces hidden by dark hoods. The trees seem to whisper with the voices of unseen spirits, and the sky above is a mix of deep purple and orange, as if on the edge of twilight. The vibe is haunting and sacred, a moment of dark communion with the ancient powers of the forest.