Engraved(1)

Desmond couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration as he thought to himself, "Nothing ever seems to change!" Despite his tireless efforts to do what he believed was right, there was still no discernible reaction. "I need a new approach," he sighed, exiting the ritual room and finding himself in a dimly lit passage that stretched out before him.

Shaking his head, his gaze swept across the underground surroundings, taking in the dank air and the musty scent that permeated the atmosphere. "Time is a precious commodity, yet here I am contemplating a potential waste of it. This experiment must yield results and enhance my power," he muttered, determination glinting in his eyes.