Roman stood in the heart of the ancient ruins, the air thick with an eerie energy. He could feel the khragixx's presence, even in its imprisoned state, calling to him. The ritual to free the creature was complex, requiring precise calculations.
Roman's eyes scanned the gathered artifacts, each one imbued with dark power. The Vivere, dark magical crystals created from the life essence of many light and dark faes, glowed with an otherworldly light. These crystals served as a prison, binding the khragixx's malevolent energy, and Roman knew that shattering them would be the key to unleashing the creature.
Roman's eyes blazed with an unholy intensity as he summoned his followers before him. "We cannot afford to delay the ritual any further," he declared, his voice dripping with urgency and malice. "We need more fae, and we need them now. Our current numbers are insufficient for the ritual to succeed."
His followers nodded in understanding, their faces set with determination. "What do you propose, my lord?" one of them asked, his voice laced with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation.
Roman's gaze swept across the group, his mind racing with the possibilities. "I want you to scour the land, to seek out the faes that you see. Capture them, bring them back here, and we will prepare them for the ritual."
The followers exchanged uneasy glances, but Roman's determination was contagious. They knew what was at stake, and they were willing to do whatever it took to ensure the ritual's success.
"Go!" Roman's voice echoed through the ancient ruins, sending shivers down the spines of his followers. "Bring me the fae, and let us prepare for the unleashing of the Khragixx!"
Roman stood alone, his followers gone to carry out his orders.
Suddenly, he was beset by whispers, urgent and demanding, echoing in his mind. The voice, a maddening susurrus, seemed to come from all directions, urging him to hurry, to complete the ritual. Roman's eyes twitched, his mind reeling under the onslaught.
He clutched his head, fingers digging into his temples as if trying to physically restrain the voices. His body began to convulse, and he let out a blood-curdling scream that shattered the silence of the ancient ruins. Roman's eyes rolled back, and his body began to convulse, his mind consumed by the whispers. The words echoed in his mind, urging him to hurry, to bring the sacrifice, to unleash the Khragixx. The voice was like a burning fire in his brain, searing away his doubts and fears.
As the whispers grew louder, Roman's body began to shake violently. He grabbed his head, his fingers digging into his scalp as if trying to claw out the voices. His screams echoed through the ancient ruins, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of any who might have heard.
The fit subsided, leaving Roman panting and trembling. He looked up, his eyes wild and unfocused. "I'll do whatever it takes to free you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
"Arrange it for me. I'll do anything."
The whispers ceased, and an eerie silence fell over the ruins. Roman's gaze seemed to focus on something beyond the mortal realm, and he spoke in a voice that was both familiar and yet, utterly strange. "I will bring the sacrifice. I will shatter the Vivere. The Khragixx will be free, and I will be rewarded."
The darkness seemed to coalesce around him, and Roman's body relaxed, his mind clouded by an unseen presence. The voice in his head had gone silent, but Roman knew that it would return, guiding him towards his ultimate goal.