"You have been warned," the figure in black said, its voice echoing in Elijah's mind. "You have been warned not to meddle with the secrets of the dead. But you have ignored that warning, and now you must face the consequences."
Elijah tried to run, but his legs were frozen with fear. The figure reached out and touched him, and Elijah felt a surge of energy course through his body.
When he woke up, Elijah found himself in a dark, damp cellar. He was lying on a cold stone floor, and the air was musty and filled with the scent of decay.
As he sat up, Elijah saw that he was not alone. The figure in black was standing in front of him, its eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
"You have unleashed a power that you cannot control," the figure said. "You have meddled with the secrets of the dead, and now you must face the consequences."
Elijah knew that he was in trouble. He had used dark magic to defeat the forces of the dead, and now he was paying the price.
The figure in black reached out and touched him again, and Elijah felt a surge of energy course through his body. He tried to resist, but it was too late.
The energy consumed him, and Elijah felt himself being pulled towards the darkness. He knew that he was being dragged down into the depths of hell, and he screamed and screamed until his voice was hoarse.
But his screams were drowned out by the sound of his own heartbeat, pounding in his ears like a drum. Elijah knew that he was doomed, and he waited for the darkness to consume him.
And then, everything went black.