As Tenebres listened intently to the incantation, his piercing eyes widened with surprise. A flicker of recognition danced across his face, illuminating the depths of his darkened features. The atmosphere in the room, already heavy with an aura of mystique, began to shift, responding to Tenebres' realization.
The air crackled with newfound intensity, charged with electric energy that seemed to hum and vibrate. Shadows deepened as if drawn closer by an unseen force, wrapping around Tenebres like tendrils of anticipation. The torchlight flickered, casting dancing shadows that now seemed to mirror his astonishment.
The room itself seemed to hold its breath, suspended in a moment of suspended animation. Time, ever an observer, appeared to acknowledge the significance of the moment, holding still as if caught in its own temporal grip. The very fabric of reality rippled as if echoing Tenebres' surprise.
