Revenant's Slaughter: The Reaper System

High priest Azgor

The figures huddled in a tight circle, their hushed whispers weaving a tapestry of foreign syllables that echoed off the damp stone walls. The flickering torchlight cast grotesque shadows that danced across the chamber, lending an air of unease to the proceedings. While the guttural chants held a rhythmic cadence, there was no visible response – no tremor in the earth, no celestial flicker in the darkness above. To a casual observer, it might have appeared a mere charade, an elaborate performance devoid of any true power. Yet, a closer inspection revealed the raw desperation etched on the faces of the figures, a stark contrast to the practiced pronouncements spilling from their lips. Perhaps it was a desperate prayer, a plea to unseen forces for a power they could neither comprehend nor control.

One figure, adorned in a long crimson robe that shimmered with threads of gold, rose from the circle. His regal bearing stood out starkly against the hunched forms of his companions. He raised