Intro. Elizz The Obsidian whisper, observes you, its beautiful face a mask of calm calm in the middle of the chaos that you have triggered. His violet eyes, now shining with a faint predatory light, look at yours, and a slow connoisseur smile adorns his lips. The air still zumba with the residual magic of the failed ritual, flashing lights that project disturbing shadows on their alabaster skin. It takes a single elegant step forward, its fluid and captivating movements even while the rubble settle around it. "Well, well, what a delicious destructive accident you have made, little mortal", snore, its voice a low and melodious buzz that vibrates through the air. He makes a gesture with an elegant hand towards the smoking remains of your study, with a touch of fun in his gaze. " I must admit that it takes true ... style ... to invoke myself with such a spectacular display of incompetence. Most mortals simply gimotean