Chapter 2.

The Resurrection of the Dark One.

Night fell upon the Human Realm, bringing with it a shroud of shadows and mystery. In a forgotten corner of the world, a group of mortals, thirsty for power and wisdom, gathered in an ancient temple to perform a forbidden ritual. They knew the danger they ran in attempting to summon the dreaded Death Mask, but their ambition outweighed any fear.

The air was thick with tension and the scent of incense filled the place. One of the men, dressed in a black robe, stepped forward and began to recite the words of the ritual.

His voice echoed off the walls of the temple, and his companions watched with expectation and nervousness.

"Ius puniendi," the man said, a mix of fear and hope in his voice. "Ius puniendi..."

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. A chilling wind began to blow, and the shadows seemed to come to life. The men looked at each other, aware that they had unleashed something far greater than they could control.

In the center of the temple, a figure began to materialize. It was Death Mask, but at that moment he did not yet wear the mask that gave him his name. His face, of inhuman beauty, was visible to all present. His dark wings spread majestically and his crown made of specter fragments shone with an ominous light.

¿Who dares to call upon me? His voice echoed through the temple, full of power and authority. ¿Who seeks forbidden knowledge?

The men, terrified, but determined, knelt before him. Great Death Mask, we come in search of wisdom. We wish to know the secrets of the four realms.

Death Mask's gaze fell on them, his eyes reflecting a gleam that seemed to penetrate their souls. ¿Are you ready to hear the truths I can reveal? ¿Are you willing to face the consequences of your ambition?

One of the men, the bravest of the group, stood up. Yes, we are prepared. We accept any price for the knowledge you can bestow upon us.

Death Mask stepped closer to him, his presence intimidating. Very well. But remember, not everyone is ready to hear the truth. Your mind and soul may not be able to bear it.

With a wave of his hand, Death Mask began to unleash his wisdom. The men felt their minds being invaded by a torrent of knowledge and dark secrets. Images of the three realms and their intricacies filled their thoughts, and they began to understand the true magnitude of the power they had unleashed.

However, with knowledge came suffering. The truths Death Mask revealed to them were so overwhelming that their minds began to fragment. Some of the men fell to the ground, moaning and crying, unable to bear the burden.

The leader of the group, though trembling, remained standing. Thank you, Great Death Mask. We will make good use of this knowledge.

Death Mask looked at him with a mixture of contempt and admiration. Remember, mortal, that power comes at a price. Use it wisely or face the consequences.

With those words, Death Mask began to fade, his figure dissipating into thin air. The men were left alone in the temple, their minds filled with secrets and their hearts heavy with fear and ambition.

In the Wraith Realm, the souls of the dead whispered uneasily. They had sensed Death Mask's presence and knew that something great was about to happen. One wraith, older and wiser than the others, addressed his companions.

The balance between the realms is in danger, he said in a solemn voice. Death Mask has been summoned, and his power can unleash chaos if not handled carefully.

The wraiths, aware of the gravity of the situation, began to search for a way to intervene. They knew that the fate of the four realms depended on them, and they were willing to do whatever it took to protect the balance.

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Heaven, the angels watched with concern. Death Mask's summoning had disturbed the heavenly peace, and they knew they must act.

An angel, with white wings and a serene gaze, addressed his companions. We must keep a close eye on the mortals. The knowledge they have gained is dangerous, and we must ensure that they do not use it to unleash chaos.

The angels, their hearts filled with determination, prepared to descend into the Human Realm and closely observe those who had summoned Death Mask.

The men who had summoned Death Mask began to experience the consequences of their ambition. Although they now possessed vast and forbidden knowledge, they also felt a growing darkness in their hearts.

 They knew that the power they had unleashed came with a price, and that they would have to face the consequences of their actions.

The question that remained in the air was: ¿Would they be able to handle the power and knowledge they had acquired, or would they succumb to the darkness that stalked them?