The dwarf ran through the Black Forest, the slow footsteps behind him filling him with despair. His face was twisted in fear, cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

  Soon, he stumbled, and the wrapped bundles he had been carrying scattered, rolling beneath the massive roots of ancient trees. A grimace of hopelessness froze on his face as he frantically scrambled to retrieve them.

  The dark presence loomed behind him.

  "Vanadir Blew Fla Flouger. The master is expecting you."

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  The ground beneath him began to give way, and shadowy hands emerged, grabbing hold of him and dragging him into the abyss.

  A grand hall, its floor adorned with tiles of black and white marble. Beautiful lights flickered on the walls, casting eerie reflections. At the far end, seated upon a magnificent throne, was a figure composed entirely of black matter.

  "I am pleased to welcome you, my devoted follower. Your ritual held great significance for me."

  "I... I... I..." The dwarf stammered, knowing this could only end in disaster. He had cut the ritual short at the very last moment, yet somehow, it had still worked.

  "But do not be afraid—I acknowledge your efforts. Ask for whatever you desire. After all, I am Astat. I can do anything."

  The figure erupted into maniacal laughter.

  "S-save... me... from the k-k-king... my lord..."

  "Is that all you wish for?" The laughter continued. "Very well. Your wish shall be granted."

  Raising his hand, Astat snapped his fingers.

  Darkness engulfed the dwarf's vision, and he collapsed, lifeless.