A chill ran through the air as the summoning circle pulsed with a dark energy. The magician could feel the weight of an ancient, malevolent presence pressing in on them. Suddenly, a voice, smooth and honeyed, broke the silence.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A seeker of forbidden knowledge, perhaps? Or someone in need of... a little assistance with a troublesome foe?"
Rakmok's form emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with a predatory curiosity. He stepped gracefully from the circle, his dark aura radiating power and corruption.
"Do not be afraid, magician. I am Rakmok, and I am here to grant your darkest desires. Tell me, what is it you seek? Wealth? Power? Revenge? Whatever it is, I can make it a reality—if you are willing to embrace the darkness within."
