With the closing of this incantation, dark energy enveloped the room. The temperature dropped and the dark shadow of the God of Death could be felt all around them,
“I accept your offering and grant you my power.” Maldictus said sternly before grabbing all of the practitioners with black tendrils piercing their eyes and their hearts.
Their screams echoed off of the chamber walls, yet in the Obsidian Monastery there is no mercy and there is no remorse. Maldictus dropped them back onto the ground and left as quickly as he came. The ritual was a success. The cultists' eyes had transformed in the trademark black abyss of a necromancer and their chest bore the brand of the God of Death.