Infernal Demonic Art [2]
As I knelt in the snow, my mind reeling from the influx of information, a whirlwind of sensations enveloped me. It was as if the very fabric of reality had shifted, and I found myself standing at the intersection of knowledge and mystery.
Visions flashed before my closed eyes—ancient symbols, arcane diagrams, and fragments of incantations danced in a chaotic symphony within my consciousness. The weight of centuries pressed upon my shoulders as the secrets of the Infernal Demonic Art unfolded in my mind.
A surge of power coursed through my veins, an energy both exhilarating and overwhelming. It was as if the forbidden knowledge had imprinted itself onto the very core of my being. I could feel the essence of the art intertwining with my own, a fusion of magic and will.