"Priveďte zlo živé, prinútite ich nasledovať moje vedenie, prinútite ich zničiť slabých, prinútite ich, aby mi priniesli silu a mier." The weighty incantation resounded in the dimly lit room.
The wavering candlelight, on the verge of extinguishing, cast elongated shadows across the space, intensifying the eerie atmosphere. Rows of unclosed coffins lay scattered haphazardly on the ground, their presence enhancing the room's unsettling aura. Valadmir's voice echoed as he repeated the spell again and again, his determination palpable.
The scene was a tapestry of darkness and mystery, with Valadmir at its centre, his motions synchronized with the rhythm of the incantation. The bright red light emitted from his hands formed a vibrant aura that covered the tops of all the coffins. The convergence of magic and symbolism painted a vivid tableau of power and purpose, as Valadmir channelled his intent into the ritual he performed.
