Pov of a cultist:
We spent two days making the preparations, I took care of the items we could buy in the Black Market, meanwhile, the Lord of Shadows was taking care of the ritual, as I had to stay a few days away while he was below the sewer in the secret room where the Dungeon was sealed.
When I entered there, I saw hundreds of people tied up, all of whom emit Auras of the Lower Catastrophe Grade or the Catastrophe Grade, but looked weak while bound by tentacles of shadows.
I put all the items I bought in front of the Lord of Shadows, his vessel was very different from how it was two days before.
His nose had fallen off leaving a grotesque hole in its place, one of his eyes was rotten, his body was covered in hideous sores, his horns were cracked and his hair had fallen out.
There was nothing left that could resemble the childlike, innocent appearance this Vessel once had.
