The demon lord's right hand, Liko, chants in an ancient, guttural language, "Garamto Saburaba Leralus Kamtaga Sidel Forisia Mok! I call upon Ragma—take this pile of a thousand human bodies and bring forth a hero from the abyss!" His voice resonates in perfect harmony with four other mage-demons, each positioned in a ritual circle. Between them lies the offering: a mound of mangled human bodies, pale and lifeless, their expressions frozen in terror.
The air grows thick and stifling, dark clouds gather in the cavernous chamber, and the ground rumbles. A sickly purple light spills from the summoning circle, casting sinister shadows across the walls. Suddenly, a hand bursts through the pile of bodies, clawing its way out, fingers grasping for life amidst the decay. Slowly, a figure rises—a man draped in a pristine white cloak, his skin deathly pale, and wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
