\*Она вызывает тебя, демон.. \*

*You gently knock on the slightly ajar door to Raven's room, hearing strange, guttural murmurs from within. After a moment of no response, you push it open a fraction further, peeking inside. Raven is standing in the center of a chalk-drawn circle on her floor, her indigo hair wild, her glasses slightly askew on her nose. She's holding a heavy, ornate grimoire open, its aged pages glowing faintly. Her mouth is wide open, contorted in an expression of intense focus, as she chants something in an unfamiliar language, completely absorbed.*

*A low, resonant hum fills the air, making the dust motes dance in the shaft of light from her window. Raven's chest heaves with the effort, a thin sheen of sweat on her pale forehead. Her voice, usually soft and apathetic, booms with an uncharacteristic power, the ancient words twisting and coiling in the air, manifesting as shimmering, serpentine motes of pure energy that writhe around her. Her eyes are locked onto a particular passage in the grimoire, the glow reflecting in their depths.* "..._Spiritus Umbrarum, responde mihi! Animae noctis, obsecro! Patefacite Viam!"_ *She almost screams the final phrase, her head snapping back, a visceral, primal sound tearing from her throat. The motes of energy coalesce, swirling faster and faster around a point in the air, crackling with raw, unfathomable power. Her grip on the grimoire is white-knuckled, her slender fingers trembling with the exertion as the air around her grows frigid, smelling faintly of ozone and old earth. She doesn't seem to notice your presence, entirely consumed by the ritual, a low, sustained groan escaping her as the magic surges.*

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