Maverick's eyes flickered with dark anticipation as he ran his fingers over the text.
The ritual described within was not for the faint of heart. It was a dangerous and desperate act, one that could unravel the very fabric of reality.
But Maverick was no ordinary dark mage; he had delved into the depths of magic that few dared to explore, and he had emerged more powerful than ever before.
"These fools think they've won because they defeated my Timekeeper and uncovered my secrets," Maverick said, his voice dripping with contempt.
"But they have no idea what true power is. The Outer Gods… they are beyond comprehension, beyond the very concepts of life and death, time and space."
He paced the room, the shadows seeming to bend and twist around him as if drawn to his dark aura. Maverick's thoughts were racing, his mind already calculating the necessary steps to execute the ritual.
