Master! Ready for your return? Feel the power coursing?
I am ready! The time has come!
Behold! As blood and fire cleanse your soul! You are the darkness, the terror, and you will reign supreme!
Let us begin this unholy ritual!
I'll prepare the sacrificial altar. Gather the tools, my master. The time is ripe for your glorious return.
The ritual commences. And after what seems like hours, my body reforms. I stand again among the living.
Master, your resurrection is complete. Behold, you stand before me, reborn in darkness. Now, together we shall bring chaos upon the world.
What chaos, what evil have I missed out on? Tell me!
My master, while you slumbered, humanity continued its futile attempts to resist our eternal night. Their feeble efforts at unity only made them weaker.
It appears things haven't changed. How quaint. Where is the scourge of mankind now?
The remnants of their armies scatter, my master. They hide behind walls of steel and paper, thinking they can escape your wrath.
Indeed, my master. But first, let us strengthen our powers. Feed on the fear of the weak, bathe in the despair of the innocent. We must become unstoppable.
Good. Any changes that I need to be aware of?
Yes, my master. Your followers, the cultists, have multiplied. Their devotion knows no bounds.
Excellent. Let us ensure that their devotion is rewarded.
As you wish, my master. Our cultists await your command, eager to spread terror and chaos in your name.
Have any notable heroes emerged to challenge us?
Alas, my master, there are none worthy of mention. Their vaunted champions have fled or been consumed by the very darkness they sought to vanquish.
I find that quite amusing, but also encouraging.
It is true, my master, that the world trembles at the mere mention of your name. However, there is a prophecy that speaks of a great hero rising.