ELARA; THE LUNAR ALPHA
The torches dimmed, the shadows stretched, and the stone walls trembled as I summoned the spirit.
A low, guttural growl echoed from the depths. The air turned ice-cold, my breath forming mist as an ominous presence filled the room.
And then, it appeared.
A swirling mass of black smoke, shifting and twisting like a living nightmare. Its form was ever-changing—sometimes a beast, sometimes a wraith, sometimes something indescribable.
The Dark Spirit.
It loomed before me, its eyes glowing like burning embers.
I dropped to one knee, not out of submission, but out of respect.
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