Magnus’s RPG empire on the portal.

I approach the altar under the astonished and yet furious gazes of the cultists and say: - If you leave this island in peace amicably, no one will be hurt. - How dare you, worm! - a cultist struck me across the face with his staff. I was knocked back slightly, but it's alright, not my first time. I stood up again and spoke: - Please, leave. The last thing I want is your death... - Seize him! - Two acolytes of the cult grabbed me by the arms, a third kicked me in the liver. And once again that blurring, as if someone had injected a tranquilizer... I woke up... there was no one around. I stood there, clutching my katana in my hand; blood and body parts were splattered everywhere. The demon within me triumphed. Memories flooded back of that day when I decided to make a deal with a demon to avenge my murdered brother and mother... I approached the altar, took out the scroll given to me by Shalassa, and read the necessary words to summon the spirit of the altar...