The Demon’s Gate

Inside a vast hall atop the Silver Gull, a complex fresh array of patterns was engraved into the floor. Unlike the intricate elegance of earlier arrays in the Ignisia Tower, this one looked crude and radiated a sinister aura as it was carved in blood.

'Xal'therak vohran duskaal,

Veyrith nol'zaan kor'vath,

In the center of the formation sat an old man wearing a wizard's robe, holding a luxurious wand in one hand while chanting a complex incantation written in a blood-red book in the other. 

Each of his invocations resonated with the surrounding darkness as if affirming that his method was correct, making him smile more and more.

Drenmal uth'kaar shal'vex,

Kael'vorr dasmuth kriin!'

He could already see the dark vortex originating from the array on the ground, opening a gate in the air.