As the awakening ritual commenced, an air of palpable anticipation hung over the group. They stood in a circle, their eyes fixed on Malar and his followers who led the ceremony.
Each member felt a strange sensation coursing through their bodies, like a dormant force awakening from a long slumber.
Jack stood on the periphery, his heart pounding with hope and anxiety. He could do nothing more than watch as his companions embarked on this perilous journey, their fate uncertain.
The group began to feel something, a subtle shift in the essence of their being. It started as a faint tingling, like a whisper of magic brushing against their skin.
Then, as the ritual intensified, the sensation grew more pronounced, coursing through their veins like a rising tide.
