Orobas stood tall at the center of the raised platform, the stadium silent around him. One thousand demons sat cross-legged in perfect stillness, their breathing slow, their auras restrained. Above them, the sky was clear, the air heavy with anticipation.
Orobas lifted the red wooden staff slightly and let its runes catch the light.
"I will not waste your time with stories or promises," he said, his voice carrying easily across the vast stadium. "This ritual will do two things.
First, it will greatly increase the Fire Laws within the zone covered by the dome. Second, blood ripples will be released from the world core itself. Whether you benefit or not depends entirely on your body, your blood, comprehension and your will."
"This ritual will not favor weakness," Orobas continued. "And it will not wait for hesitation. Prepare yourselves."
He turned toward the center of the platform.
