Dark Gathering
The air crackled, a tangible shift in the atmosphere. Whispers snaked through the shadowed alleys, hushed and urgent. Tonight was the night of the Dark Gathering, a clandestine meeting held under the cloak of the new moon. Only those invited, marked by a raven's feather delivered under cover of darkness, knew the location. Tonight, the veil between worlds would thin, and the whispers promised power for those bold enough to seize it. <br/ > <br/ >#### The Ritual of Shadows <br/ > <br/ >The chosen location was an abandoned cathedral, its stained-glass windows long since shattered, moonlight spilling through the gaps like spectral fire. The air inside was heavy with the scent of incense and decay, a potent mix that sent shivers down the spine. A circle, drawn in charcoal and salt, dominated the center of the room, pulsing with an unseen energy. Figures cloaked in dark robes stood at each point of a pentagram inscribed within the circle, their faces hidden in the shadows. This was the heart of the Dark Gathering, the epicenter of forbidden rituals and whispered pacts. <br/ > <br/ >#### The Price of Power <br/ > <br/ >The chanting began low and guttural, rising in intensity until it reverberated off the crumbling stone walls. The air thrummed, the energy within the circle building to a fever pitch. One by one, the cloaked figures stepped forward, each offering a sacrifice to fuel the dark magic. Some offered trinkets, imbued with personal significance, while others presented treasures beyond price. But the most coveted offerings, the ones that elicited gasps from the assembled, were the sacrifices of life essence, given willingly in exchange for a taste of forbidden power. <br/ > <br/ >#### The Gathering's Legacy <br/ > <br/ >As the night deepened, the chanting reached a crescendo, the air shimmering with raw power. The veil thinned, shadows twisting and contorting into grotesque shapes that danced at the edge of perception. This was the moment the participants craved, the moment they could tap into the raw power of the Dark Gathering, to bargain for knowledge, strength, or even immortality. But the whispers that drew them here held a warning as well: the price of power is always steep, and the path of darkness, once chosen, is not easily abandoned. The consequences, like the shadows themselves, could linger long after the last embers of the ritual faded. <br/ >