Lyraeus

The chains seemed to be draining his energy, making his limbs feel heavy and weak. Nuri struggled to move, but it was no use. He was trapped, at the mercy of Lyraeus and his followers.

"You see," Lyraeus said, his voice dripping with malice. "These chains are special. They are imbued with the power of the ancients, and they will hold you fast until the ritual is complete."

Nuri's mind raced as he tried to think of a way to escape. But every avenue he thought of seemed to lead to a dead end. He was trapped, and he knew it.

"The ritual will begin soon," Lyraeus continued. "And when it does, you will be the key to unlocking a great and terrible power. A power that will change the course of history forever."

Nuri's heart raced as he realized the true extent of Lyraeus's plan. He was not just a prisoner, he was a pawn in a much larger game. A game that could have devastating consequences for the entire world.

And then, as if on cue, the hooded figures began to chant. Their voices rose and fell in a dark and ominous rhythm, and Nuri felt the energy in the room begin to build.

The ritual was starting. And Nuri was the central player.

"The ritual will begin soon," Lyraeus continued. "And when it does, you will be the key to unlocking a great and terrible power. A power that will change the course of history forever."

He paused, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "But first, we must give you a name. A name that will be spoken in fear and reverence for eternity."

Nuri's heart raced as Lyraeus raised his hand, and the hooded figures fell silent. "Let us call you...Azrael. Yes, Azrael. The name of the one who will bring about a new era of darkness and destruction."

The hooded figures bowed their heads in unison, and Nuri felt a chill run down his spine. He knew that he was in grave danger, and that his only hope was to find a way to escape before it was too late.

"But my name is Nuri," he thought to himself, his mind in turmoil. "Baekno Nuri. Not Azrael. I am not some pawn in their dark ritual. I am myself, and I will not be reduced to a mere name chosen by these...these..."

He couldn't even think of a word to describe Lyraeus and his followers. They seemed to be something other than human, their skin almost glowing with an eerie light. Lyraeus's skin in particular seemed to shift and writhe like a snake's scales, as if he were some kind of reptilian creature hiding in human form.