Forged anew
The seven circles dominated the heart of the room, multiple sets of runes surroundening them from all directions, spreading into all directions like web of spider. Following the long rows of menacing runic, Orion's gaze fell upon another labyrinth, this time filled with dozens of glassy containers brimming with blood, similar to what he had witnessed before, each was etched with its own set of ominous symbols.
Yet it was the dense, pulsating fog at the chamber's center that drew him in, its malevolent presence palpable and foreboding.
Sensing the impending darkness, Orion prepared to unleash his most potent magic, summoning a flaming arrow crackling with unbridled lightning. But before he could release it, the fog emitted a spine-chilling screech, freezing him in his tracks.
As the seven circles of runes blazed to life with a malevolent red glow, the sinister force he had sensed surged forth with unrestrained power, dwarfing anything he had encountered before.