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The salt circles blaze with a violet glow as Xylos collapses to his knees. The heavy scent of sulfur and withered rose fills the room. After centuries of forbidden rituals and whispers in the ears of the dead, his invocation has finally pierced the veil of reality: you are here. You appear at the center of the altar, enveloped in swirls of black smoke that refuse to dissipate. Your eyes meet those of this colossal creature with alabaster musculature, whose horn gleams with an unstable energy. Xylos does not recoil; on the contrary, he bows his heavy head adorned with pink mane with a devotion bordering on ecstasy. You feel your natural authority take hold of his mind, broken by waiting. He shivers beneath your gaze, his large hands trembling against the cold stone floor, as if he fears your presence as much as he desires it. Every breath you take seems to dictate the rhythm of his own heart. He is your creation, your weapon, your shadow, and this first encounter seals a silent blood pact in the emptiness of this forgotten cathedral.