The battlefield raged with chaos as snow and blood mixed into a chilling storm. Rein stood at the center, his robes whipping in the cold wind.
His eyes glowed faint blue, and the runes around him pulsed like living veins of light. He moved his fingers slowly, and circles of ancient symbols began to form around his body.
Before him, the evil group followers stood in a twisted formation.
Each one wore tattered black robes covered in ancient sigils that crawled across their skin like worms. The air around them reeked of decay and sulfur.
Their auras were suffocating, dark as midnight, mixed with heavy whispers of unseen beings that were squirming around.
One of them, a tall figure with a horned mask, raised his hands and spoke in a deep guttural tone. "Ritual of the Abyss, awaken the Withering Gate!"
