A ghostly figure cloaked in tattered black robes stood before an army of undead, their skeletal hands raised towards a swirling vortex of ethereal energy. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the ground trembled beneath their feet as they awaited further instructions from their enigmatic master. As the wind whipped through the trees surrounding them, strange symbols etched into ancient tomes flapped open, revealing secrets long forgotten in the pages within. In this enchanted forest, ruled by a sinister power, only one name echoed through the haunted halls of history - LaPorta.