The lightning, his once obedient servant, now thrummed with a wild, untamed life of its own.
In the heart of the storm, a shadow loomed. It was not just a shadow but a sentient force that had lain dormant.
His actions, meant to purify, had instead opened a pathway for this ancient entity to reconnect with this plane.
The presence surged through the connection they shared, filling Lassim with dread so profound it chilled his very soul.
His mind raced with horror as his brain froze upon coming in contact with whatever this being was.
Mari's voice, urgent and fraught with worry, cut through the turmoil. "[Lassim, you must stop now! This entity, whatever it is, it's ancient and dangerous. We must sever the connection!]"
Zaphy, usually the spirit of unbridled enthusiasm, added her plea, her voice trembling with the force of the storm. "[Brother, it's too strong! Stop right now! It's so scary!]"
