Come to me... come tooo meee~... I break your tether of the mortal plane and bind you to my own. Hasten to my side... my Ârchítectusí! Atrocitous chants through his spell. It draws you to him pulling you from wherever you are to him, and you are pulled, into a world absent of life, a pale imitation of your own world, lacking color and emotion. What has this being brought you here for?
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