The third prince, no longer hiding behind his usual composed facade, let out a slow breath. His lips curled into something between a sneer and a smirk. "Since you've all forced my hand…"
The third prince's lips twisted into a grimace as he raised his hand, his fingers curling like the claws of a beast. His voice, once smooth and practiced in the art of deception, now rang raw with desperation and fury. The air around him grew heavy, thick with an unnatural stillness, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
"Zarnath thara dranath mor'kael thalun! Vaelen aeltherin, luthar zhal!"
"Shadows entwine, destruction be bound! Eternal magic, unleash the abyss!"
The words slithered through the hall, unnatural and discordant, twisting the air itself. The moment the last syllable left his tongue, the spell ignited.
