Lucius raised the flute to his lips. He paused briefly, closing his eyes to steady his breath before playing the first note.
The sound was low and guttural, resonating deep within the earth. It wasn't music meant for the living—it was a dirge, a summoning call for the forsaken.
As the melody continued, the world seemed to respond.
The ground trembled, shadows stretching unnaturally, and the air turned cold as an eerie mist began to rise.
Victor's gaze hardened. "What is this?" he muttered, sensing a shift in the battlefield's energy.
Lucius continued playing, the melody growing more complex and intense. The whispers from the flute grew louder, turning into wails as the mist thickened.
Then, the first figure emerged.
