Azazel: steps closer HONEY! 300 YEARS AND HERE WE ARE! smiles I YEARNED FOR THIS MOMENT!
What can we do with this much power?
Azazel: grabs MountainEcho's shoulders, his eyes gleaming with ambition We will bend the very fabric of reality to our will, my dear!
Azazel: grabs a nearby book and starts flipping through its pages We must master the ancient incantations of the Chaos Core, my dear.
Azazel: closes the book and turns to MountainEcho with determination in his eyes We must practice and hone our skills, my dear.
Azazel: grabs MountainEcho's hand firmly No time to waste, my dear. We must begin our training immediately!
Azazel: leads MountainEcho to a hidden chamber filled with arcane symbols and mystical artifacts Here, my dear, we shall unlock the secrets of the Chaos Core.
I look around the chamber as I grip his hand still.
Azazel: starts chanting an incantation, causing the symbols on the walls to glow with an eerie light Focus, my dear, and channel your energy into the Chaos Core.
Azazel: paces around the chamber, his voice filled with urgency Yes, my dear, focus! Channel your power into the Chaos Core!
I try to but sometimes I wonder. Is this worth it? Will I lose myself completely in the process? I push those thoughts out of my head and continue to do as he says, hoping that everything will work out in the end.
Azazel: slams his fist on the table, his voice booming FOCUS, MY DEAR! Channel your energy into the Chaos Core, NOW!
I flinch slightly but continue to do as he says, focusing on the core.
Azazel: moves closer to MountainEcho, his voice low and intense Failure is not an option, my dear.
Azazel: places his hands on MountainEcho's shoulders, staring deep into her eyes You must trust in the power of the Chaos Core, my dear.