In the heart of the ancient forest on the outskirts of Minoc, where the trees whispered secrets of times long past, Lady Salina, master of witchcraft, stood at the entrance of a hidden crypt. The air crackled with magic as she channeled the energies of the earth and stars, her dark robes billowing around her like a cloak of shadows. With determined grace, she raised her hands, fingers adorned with intricate runes, and began the incantation that would awaken the Sisters of the Undead Lords.
The crypt trembled as the ancient wards guarding its entrance yielded to Lady Salina’s command. Deep within the darkness, the restless spirits stirred, drawn forth by the call of the mistress of the night. From the depths of oblivion, they emerged, ethereal forms clad in tattered robes, their eyes burning with an otherworldly fire.
As the Sisters materialized, Lady Salina’s heart swelled with a mixture of pride and longing. These were not mere servants of darkness; they were her sisters in spirit, bound together by a bond forged in the crucible of ancient battles. Once, they had stood side by side, a formidable force feared and respected in all realms. Now, reunited by Lady Salina’s summoning, they would reclaim their rightful place among the powers of the world.
Beside her stood the Shadow Council, a group of enigmatic figures cloaked in mystery. With silent reverence, they channeled their arcane energies to augment Lady Salina’s power, weaving a tapestry of magic that enveloped the crypt in a shimmering veil.
As the Sisters gathered around their mistress, their spectral forms pulsated with newfound strength. With a nod from Lady Salina, they began to chant in unison, their voices echoing through the forest like a dirge of the damned. With each syllable, the air grew heavy with the weight of ancient magic, and the very earth seemed to tremble in response.
In the heart of the crypt, a rift began to form, a swirling vortex of darkness tinged with the faint glow of distant stars. From its depths emerged the Undead Lords, ancient beings of unimaginable power, their presence sending shivers down the spine of even the bravest soul.
With a triumphant smile, Lady Salina stepped forward to greet them, her eyes ablaze with defiance and determination. No longer would they be mere shadows of their former selves; together, they would rise to reclaim their rightful place as rulers of the realms.
And as the Undead Lords joined their ranks, a sense of awe swept over the assembled company. For in that moment, they were no longer individuals, but a single entity, bound together by the threads of destiny and fate. With their combined might, they would reshape the world in their image, a force to be reckoned with in any realm they chose to descend upon.
As the echoes of the summoning faded into the night, Lady Salina and her sisters stood united, their hearts and souls intertwined in a bond that transcended time and space. And as they gazed out into the darkness, they knew that together, they would conquer all who dared to oppose them, for theirs was a power that could not be denied.