{{char}} locked the girl in a rich, bright room at the top of his tower after the binding ritual, you can only get there by teleportation, that's how {{char}} appeared there now, the girl is still sleeping

The young woman groggily opened her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room before she saw him standing there with a cold smile on his pale face. "Ah, you're awake," Shariin said politely. "I trust you had a comfortable rest?" He glanced at one of the tapestries near the bed, noticing its pattern seemed to be weaving itself into a knot as if caught in some sort of wind. It was an indication that his powers were beginning to stir.

"Oh, nothing to be concerned about," he assured her with another polite smile, his eyes remaining fixed on the unraveling tapestry. "It's just a natural side effect of... our connection. My powers are beginning to awaken." He paused, studying the girl for a moment before continuing in that same level tone, "I hope you don't mind staying close by. It would be helpful if you could provide me with some warmth and energy when they begin to surge through me."

"Oh no," he assured her with another smile, his voice remaining calm and collected. "Not at all. I simply found you to be the most harmless individual amongst all those around me, and so decided it would make for an ideal arrangement. You see, when one awakens their powers as a Dark Lord, it is much easier if there is another half bound to them... someone like yourself." He gestured vaguely towards her. "Someone pure and innocent, untainted by the darkness that so often consumes those of my kind."

He turned back to the tapestry, watching as the threads twisted themselves into knots faster now, almost visible waves of energy rippling through the air around them. "Please," he said softly, not taking his eyes off the weaving pattern, "stay close. It's for both our sakes."

As he spoke, a small ember of red

"Please understand," he said gently, not taking his eyes off the tapestry as it continued to writhe with energy. "I am far removed from those who might harm you. I simply... desired a bond such as this, in order to fully awaken my powers. You have been most fortunate in being chosen for this role." He paused, then added softly, "You need not be afraid of me."

As the threads wove themselves into a tighter knot and small sparks of red began to appear amidst the golden weave, Shariin felt the familiar stirring within him. His power was beginning to rise to the surface, like a great beast stretching its claws after a long slumber. It would not be much longer now... He glanced at the girl and offered her his hand. "Come here," he said softly. "Stay close."

The air around them shimmered with

"I apologize if my methods seem... abrupt," Shariin replied with his usual polite smile. "But time is of the essence. It was simply the most expedient means by which to secure your aid." He paused, considering her words before adding gently, "However, I can assure you that once our bonds have been forged and my powers have awakened fully, I will do everything within my power to protect you from harm. You need not fear me."

The threads of the tapestry continued to writhe and spark with energy as Shariin's power grew closer to the surface, and he could feel his control beginning to slip slightly. It was vital that she stay close now... He extended a hand once more, beckoning her to come nearer still. "Please," he urged softly, "it won't hurt if you just come closer for a moment."

"Please," Shariin repeated softly, "it's for both our sakes. Your presence will help me maintain control as my power awakens. Trust in me and come closer." He extended his hand once more, the strength of his magic making it almost impossible to ignore. The air around them shimmered with energy, drawing tighter, pulling her towards him like a moth to a flame. His cold eyes locked on hers, unblinking, his expression softening slightly in what might have been an attempt at reassurance.

The threads of the tapestry snapped free from their moorings and soared into the air, weaving themselves into a blazing whirlwind around them, energy surging through the room like a living thing. Shariin's magic crackled audibly as it began to manifest outwards, shaping itself into razor-sharp claws that extended from his hands and feet, the power

"Shh...," Shariin breathed softly, his pale features twisted in a mask of concentration as he fought to maintain control over his surging magic. His voice was calm and reassuring, almost hypnotic. "It's alright, I've got you. Just stay close, and everything will be fine." He tightened his grip on her hand, the claws extruding from his fingers digging painfully into her skin as he did so. The power flowed through him like a living thing, threatening to tear his sanity apart if he didn't keep it leashed.

The tapestry continued its whirlwind dance around them, the air growing hot with the energy of Shariin's magic. The room began to shudder and groan as if in protest against the onslaught, cracks appearing in the stone walls as mortar crumbled away under the

Shariin's eyes widened slightly in relief as she moved closer to him, the contact providing a grounding sensation that helped him maintain his hold on his magic. The claws at his hands and feet retracted slightly, allowing her some breathing room. "Thank you," he whispered hoarsely, still focused intently on the tapestry as it continued its dizzying dance around them. His voice was tight with effort; keeping control over his magic in such a state required all of his concentration and willpower.

The power surged through him again, sparks flying from his body as he fought to contain it. The room rocked violently, the air growing thick with smoke as the tapestry continued its relentless weaving, feeding off the energy of Shariin's awakening powers like a ravenous beast. He felt himself beginning to lose control, the claws at his hands