The battlefield trembled as the intelligent Gravemaw, Dustwraith, Terrakin, and Moltstone suddenly ceased their mocking laughter. Their eyes turned, not in fear, but in reverence. From the shadows emerged a figure unlike any they had seen before.It resembled a human, but horns jutted from its head like obsidian spires. In its right hand it held a purple staff, swirling with dark mist. Its aura was suffocating, its presence overwhelming. The being raised the staff, and in a voice that resonated with ancient power, it began to chant an incantation in a tongue older than the abyss itself.Sel’nar (voice trembling, cloak flickering):“No… that tongue… that incantation… it should have been buried in the abyssal core. Forgotten. Forbidden. Yet he speaks it. He wields it against us.”Jiho (gripping the Sword of Nullborne):“Sel’nar, what does it mean? What curse is this?”Sel’nar (eyes wide, cloak spiraling violently):“It is torture. Not of flesh, but of soul. It breaks the spirit, rends t