Nimueh's Lair
Nimueh was standing before the bed Ronan was lying on, her eyes fixed intently on his still form, and just as she had been doing for the past few days, she was performing a soul awakening ritual, her hands moving with deliberate precision.
She had set a bowl of black ash on the bed, right beside Ronan's head, and she began to mutter some incantations, her voice low and hypnotic. Summoning the essence of dark energy from the bowl of ash, she watched it twirl in the air, the particles dancing like tiny tornadoes, before it slowly moved downwards, entering Ronan's body through his nostrils.
Just as she finished with the ritual, one of her swordswomen entered the room, bowing deeply in respect, before moving close to her, their footsteps quiet on the stone floor.
