The return to The Whispering of Ravens Manor

chapter 3 part 1

But as the figure loomed closer, its form seeming to shift and warp in the dim light, I knew that my efforts were futile. This was no ordinary foe, no mere mortal adversary.

This was a being of pure darkness, a malevolent force that defied all reason and logic.

I could feel its malevolence radiating off of it in waves, suffocating me with its dark presence. I could sense the malice in its gaze, could feel the weight of centuries of evil pressing down on me. And I knew, in that moment, that I was doomed.

The figure moved closer, its movements unnatural and fluid, like a shadow come to life. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent light, sending a shiver down my spine.

I scrambled backwards, my heart hammering in my chest, but it was no use. The being was upon me, reaching out with twisted, clawed hands.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst, but when nothing came, I cautiously opened them again. The being was standing in front of me, its dark form swirling and shifting, as if struggling to maintain its shape. It spoke, its voice like a whisper of silk and steel.

Do not be afraid, mortal, it said, its voice echoing in the dimly lit room. I am not here to harm you.

I stared up at the being, unable to fully trust its words. Then why are you here? I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The being tilted its head, its eyes glinting with an otherworldly light. I have come to offer you a choice, it said. A choice that will determine the fate of your world and those you hold dear.

I frowned, confusion swirling in my mind. What choice? I asked, unsure of what the being was proposing.

The being smiled, a chilling expression that sent a shiver down my spine. You have been chosen, mortal, it said.

Chosen to wield a power greater than any you have ever known. With this power, you can either save your world from impending doom, or doom it to eternal darkness.