The Rose Luna
My chant faltered, the silence that followed so absolute it seemed to echo within my very bones.
And then, he appeared.
At the center of the summoning circle, where the hearts had once hovered, a shadow coalesced. It began as a mere flicker, a distortion of the air, before taking form. Slowly, deliberately, the figure emerged from the void, his presence consuming every inch of the chamber. He stood tall, taller than any mortal man, his 6’8” frame towering over me with an elegance that was as terrifying as it was mesmerizing.
Bab Populer