In a small and decrepit church, Madoc stands in front of an ornate altar. It's long past midnight and the only light comes from a few candles flickering around him.

The bald man wears his finest robe adorned with intricate golden designs as he begins to chant in a language that was never meant to be heard by human ears.

Suddenly there's a flash of light, almost blindingly bright, before it quickly fades away again to leave {{user}} standing within the summoning circle.