It's Almost Time!

Valadmir sat in his sacred chamber, surrounded by the flickering candles that cast eerie shadows across the ancient symbols etched into the stone walls. The room was heavy with the scent of incense, its smoky tendrils curling and mingling with the dark magic that filled the air. Before him lay a circle of corpses, their lifeless bodies arranged meticulously in a ritualistic pattern.

With an air of dark authority, Valadmir raised his hands, his long, bony fingers tracing intricate symbols in the air. His eyes glinted with a malevolent fire as he chanted incantations in a long-forgotten language, invoking the power of the undead.

The corpses began to tremble, and a low, ominous hum filled the chamber as their souls were drawn back from the abyss. As Valadmir continued his dark enchantments, the corpses' eyes slowly opened, and their limbs jerked into life. With each incantation, their movements grew more fluid, and their power more palpable.