The man spoke, and the world listened. Air stilled as his gravelly voice reached out, hushing the surrounding forest of any creature still foolish enough to wonder nearby. His tall frame was covered by a dark robe, hood shrouding his face for any who attempted to look closely at him, although it was unneeded here. Few ventured this deep in the forest, and fewer still lingered.

He spoke unintelligible words, each syllable sending small waves through the air, as if the world itself yielded. With every third word, the stone dais in front of him trembled, crackling with energy. A single bracelet was set upon its face, a delicate, golden thing with three sapphires inlaid around the outside of it. 

The man slowed his speech as the air filled with tangible effort - the ritual must be completed three times in total, and three times it was. He did not know why power laid in that number, yet he cared little. Purpose reigned over reason, and the man was pleased with his efforts. 

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He approached the dais, extending pale, slender fingers that were far too long, and grasped the bracelet. It was a small decoration, barely large enough to fit around his wrist, slim though it was.

The man could feel the power rock against the edges of it, barely containing what he had sealed inside of it. He knew not how long his enchantment could contain the entity’s strength, yet the ritual had to be completed. 

His purpose finished, he slipped it into his robe, and walked away from the site. A smile fell across his lips, a mixture of relief and glee. His place was cemented, his status immovable. Of all the magus’s in this kingdom, none could compare to him now. His power, formidable already, would be unmatched with the bracelet. A dark chuckle escaped his lips, and his quiet feet led him out of the forest.