The Duke carefully sprinkled the dust of the astral realm along certain critical energy nodes of the residual array, pure spirit as a stable helm, cautiously touching and guiding the remnants of dormant nightmare power within the array.
A barely audible low hum echoed within the stone chamber, the symbols of the residual array on the ground seemed to come alive, beginning to flicker with an ominous, intermittent dark red glow.
The cold, nihilistic, and corrosive spirit remnants suddenly became active, like deep-sea creatures disturbed, beginning to entwine with the Duke's spiritual power.
The light in the stone chamber began to distort, walls and floor rippling as if in water waves.
The musty smell in the air was replaced by a more bizarre, empty scent mixed with old dust and some non-existent substance.
The Duke felt a strong pull from the center of the residual array, trying to yank his consciousness out.
