A Haunting Lullaby

The air in the cabin hung heavy, thick with the residue of unspoken fear across the tense faces gathered within the cabin and the weight of the revelation that had just unfolded. Eleanor met Serafina's gaze with a mix of trepidation and resolve. The seer, her once-guarded demeanor replaced by an unsettling intensity, stood amidst a hastily drawn circle of glowing runes.

"This is sorcery," Serafina rasped, her voice laced with an ancient power that sent shivers down Eleanor's spine, "As it is forbidden. A song not sung for ages, a form of sorcery not performed since the era of the Berzerkers. To call upon a spirit already claimed by the otherworld, to yank it back from the clutches of fate… it is to defy the very laws of nature."