Ahox's posture shifted slightly. There was something that might have been recognition.
"I know Vorath. We served together in the ancient times." His voice carried a note that could have been satisfaction. "It will be good to fight alongside him again."
The ritual began. The cultivators started chanting in an ancient language that predated the current era. The words felt wrong somehow.
They seemed to twist the air itself. Their voices harmonized in complex patterns that resonated with the formation below. The sound built slowly.
Layer upon layer of vocals creating something almost physical. The runes on the ground began to glow brighter in response.
Ahox stepped to the crater's edge. His armored boots stopped right at the boundary. He raised both armored hands slowly.
