As Ipsen, his eyes aglow with malevolent intent, takes control of Arya and Lowen's movements, he commands them with a mere flick of his finger, a subtle yet powerful gesture that compels them to move towards him against their will. Their bodies seem to move of their own accord, as if guided by unseen forces, drawing closer to Ipsen with each reluctant step. As they stand before him, in fear and pain, Ipsen's gaze pierces through them with a haunting intensity, his eyes glowing with a sinister crimson hue that reflects the darkness of his intentions.
With a twisted smirk curling upon his lips, Ipsen extends his hand towards theirs, the symbols etched into their skin pulsating with an eerie glow that casts eerie shadows across the room. As their palms meet, a surge of searing energy courses through Arya and Lowen's bodies, causing them to cry out in agony as the burning sensation intensifies. It's as if their very essence is being drawn out of them, consumed by Ipsen's insatiable thirst for power.
Despite their desperate struggles, Arya and Lowen are powerless to resist, their wills subjugated by Ipsen's dark influence. Their energy flows into him, fueling his transformation as he absorbs their energy with each passing moment. The air crackles with dark magic as Ipsen's spectral form begins to coalesce, his ethereal presence slowly taking on tangible form. With each heartbeat, he grows stronger, inching ever closer to his ultimate goal of manifesting in the physical realm.
In the midst of their torment, Arya and Lowen can only watch helplessly as Ipsen's twisted ritual unfolds before their eyes, their bodies mere vessels for his dark ambitions. As the glow of their symbols fades and the room is plunged into darkness, the chilling realization dawns upon them: Ipsen's emergence into the mortal world draws near, and there may be no stopping him now.
Freed from the ritual, Lowen collapses onto the ground. Ipsen, now in a fully mortal form, casts one last look at him, before leaving the house.
