Droker
The ancient stone walls of the temple seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy as I prepared for the ritual. My hands trembled slightly as I arranged the artifacts we'd collected on the altar before me. Kali stood nearby, her face a mask of concentration as she lit the black candles surrounding us.
"Are you sure about this, Droker?" Kali asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "This kind of power... it could be dangerous."
I turned to her, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. "Dangerous? My dear Kali, that's precisely the point. Power without risk is hardly power at all."
She nodded, but I could see the doubt lingering in her eyes. It didn't matter. Soon, I would have more power than she could possibly imagine.
"Hand me the grimoire," I commanded, holding out my hand
