Prologue
"Oh, may the spirits of the dead accept my humble offerings, may their restless souls be satisfied, may their hunger begone. And thus, I conclude this ceremony and name you, Thunder of the grounds, Alpha of the dead, the capturer of escaped souls, and the all-time daughter of the evil. I summon you, Oh Thunder, I grant you passage through the under realm, the permission to plunder your might into the daunting upper world."
Permission to plunder your might? I re-read the incantation. " Oh Thunder, I grant you passage through the under realm, the permission to plunder your might as per my wishes into the daunting upper world."
Oh, crud.
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