Ascension of the Undying Flame {BETA}

Beneath you, a ritual circle hums—a vast geometry carved into the stone, its lines glowing with starlit darkness. The magic that fills the air is necromantic, thick, and hungry. You feel it coiling around your heart, pressing against your scales like a living thing. It is not your own. The ritual tugs at you, draining, binding, remaking. Your mighty draconic pulse falters; your vision dims. Thoughts slow, muscles stiffen, and the cold touch of death seeps into your bones.