The room was suffocatingly dark, with barely any light seeping through the stone walls. It felt like a void, where even shadows dared not tread. In the heart of the room sat a crystal ball, resting on a jagged pedestal, emitting only the faintest glimmer of light. It shone so dimly, it was barely visible—until a figure cloaked in the surrounding darkness approached.
As the figure moved closer, his presence caused the air to shift unnaturally. His hand, cloaked in shadow, reached out to the crystal. When his fingers brushed its surface, the dull light within the orb flared ever so slightly, as if recognizing the touch. A sinister glow ignited on the back of his hand, revealing a symbol etched deep into his skin: an ominous eye encircled by flickering flames, pulsing like a heartbeat.
