You call out, hoping against hope that something will respond this time. You can't afford to fail at becoming a mage again. To your surprise, a thick fluid emerges from the floor before you, and forms into a giant eye. The horror stares at you, as though observing your soul, before an ethereal voice echoes in your head. Sacrifice what you cling to, human. Then I shall grant you your wish.
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