Deep within the heart of an ancient, forgotten citadel, hidden from mortal eyes and shielded by powerful enchantments, the Dark Council convened. Seven figures, cloaked in robes that seemed to absorb the very light around them, sat in a circle of ornate thrones carved from black obsidian.
Each member of the Dark Council exuded an aura of formidable power and menace. Their faces obscured by shadows and hoods, their identities remained a mystery to all but themselves. They were the unseen rulers of the underworld, the orchestrators of chaos and discord in the supernatural realm.
At the head of the council, a figure known only as the Grand Necromancer spoke, their voice resonating with ancient authority. "Brothers and sisters of darkness," they began, their tone chillingly calm. "The time h
