Former Elder Nasri sat in her cell, the cold stone walls pressing in on her. Her thoughts churned, trying to piece together a plan, a way out of the mess she had created. The dim light barely illuminated the room, casting long, eerie shadows.
As she sat there, a cold, male voice began echoing in her head. "Do you regret your actions, Nasri?"
She jolted, looking around the empty cell. "Who's there?" she whispered, fear creeping into her voice.
The voice chuckled darkly. "You think you're going crazy, don't you?"
Nasri's heart raced. "What do you want?"
The voice taunted her, its tone laced with cruelty. "To torment you, to bring you to the brink of madness. Do you want the suffering to end, Nasri?"
Desperation clawed at her. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, make it stop."
The voice softened, almost soothing. "Repeat after me: 'Invoco te, Michaelius.'"
