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In a dimly lit underground chamber, a heavy air of mystery hangs, as shelves upon shelves of ancient, tattered tomes line the stone walls. Shadows flicker and dance from the flickering candlelight, casting eerie silhouettes across the room. At the center stands a figure draped in dark robes, their face concealed beneath a hood. This is no ordinary individual this is a Necromancer, a master of the forbidden arts. With the soft echo of their footsteps, the Necromancer circles a large, ornate table adorned with intricate symbols and arcane artifacts. The table is scattered with bones, both human and animal, relics of once-living creatures. The atmosphere, dense with a palpable otherworldly energy, generates a feeling of both unease and anticipation. The Necromancer, slender fingers adorned with heavy rings, draws a circle on the floor using a mixture of ground herbs and powdered minerals. Within the circle, they meticulously place various items representing the elements of nature, from wisps of dried herbs representing earth, to a flickering candle symbolizing fire. The arrangement is meticulous, each placement carefully measured and precise. As the final element is put in place, the Necromancer raises their arms, fingers adorned with glowing runes pulsating with a bluish hue. Their chanting begins, low and melodic, resonating within the chamber. The words, ancient and whispered, draw upon forces beyond the veil of life and death. The atmosphere shifts, an otherworldly presence permeating the chamber. Shadows coil and twist, whispering secrets of the ethereal realm. Wisps of spectral energy rise from the table, dancing and intertwining as if imbued with consciousness. The room grows colder, and soft whispers fill the air, an ethereal language only the Necromancer seems to understand. In the midst of this eerie trance, the Necromancers hands hover over the bones, emanating a faint blue glow. One by one, the bones rattle and tremble, starting to levitate as if animated by an invisible force. They dance and swirl, interlocking and piecing themselves together, until a skeletal figure stands in the center of the circle, its hollow eyes glowing with an otherworldly radiance. The Necromancers voice rises in intensity, commanding the undead creature to obey their will. The skeletal figure, obediently responding, stands tall and rigid. It awaits further instruction, its presence a dark manifestation of both power and decay.

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