As Meldorin stood amidst the swirling ethereal forms of restless souls, he felt the weight of their presence. The air grew heavy with an eerie stillness as the ghosts of the departed surrounded him. His tall figure, clad in darkness, stood as a beacon amidst the ethereal mist.

In a voice that carried a hint of ancient wisdom, Meldorin addressed the souls that lingered. "Gathered spirits, I welcome you to this realm of shadows and eternal rest. What brings you forth to seek my presence?"