The Invocation
The Wizard's quest comes to an end.
Across the sands of time, I've sought a spell most elusive. In ancient tombs and through countless celestial cycles, my quest remained unquenched.
Under the eerie eclipse, my incantation found form. With a heart pulsing with anticipation and fear, I invoked the verse, trading my mortality for magic's might.
In that dread moment, a monstrous shadow unfurled from the epicenter. The reality of my pursuit struck like lightning; I had not unearthed a marvel, but a malevolent maelstrom.
As I stood, a doomed harbinger, I understood the terrible truth: not all knowledge seeks the light.
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