Denise meticulously followed each step of the ritual, her hands steady and precise as she handled the sacrifices she had prepared.
She carefully arranged the candles and other items, ensuring perfect alignment in the Magic Circle.
The candles flickered, casting dancing shadows that seemed to mirror Denise's own determination. Her eyes shimmered with a mix of excitement and reverence as she prepared to delve into the unknown.
With a breath held in anticipation, Denise chanted the ritual prayer.
"Oh, Glorious Gates that lead to the Spirit World, Sacred Weaver of the Soul Society, Nameless Guardian of the Harbingers, As a devoted follower of the Eternal Darkness, I humbly beseech you to grant me passage.
In this solemn moment, I seek to open the gates, To beckon forth a Dark Spirit from your realm, One who desires friendship and kinship with me.
