It was a dark and stormy night when Zephyr woke up being dragged by strange brown monsters with glowing yellow eyes into a gigantic room glowing with a strange blue light the sores he found out was a great stone ring with red glowing crystals orbiting around it above a pit. Another one of the monsters in front of it but it was much older than the ones dragging Zephyr and ware tattered robes and a glowing crystal dangling above his head by a string on a stick coming out of his back.
What is this a sorcerer? the old monster said in curies tone looking at Zephyr with a curies look that turned in to an evil look.
Now, look here, sorcerer! See that magic thingamajig over there? He pointed at the glowing ring. It's unstable if you can stabilize it we will let you go if you can't then you're not leaving hear alive! The monster said in a playful yet menacing tone. The monsters dragging Zephyr then doped him hard on the stone floor of the chamber he rose knowing what to do to save his life. He sent forth a torrent of magical energy toward the ring trying to contain its power, but it started to fight him knowing the consequences if he failed he put more power in his spell forcing the ring t bend to his will his magic his power. But then something started to happen as a blue/purple beam of magic shot down from the hole in the ceiling above the ring and a red/orange beam of magic shot up from the pit under the ring. The energy's mixing condensing and changing in and around the ring a blinding purple/orange light traveled thru Zephyrs spell and into him changing him he felt the power flow thru him like rivers of lava the pain unbearable. Zephyr new if he cud not get control over this he would die focusing all his power to mastering this magic he forced it to stabilize than a BOOM the purple/orange light faded to a lite glow and Zephyr found himself on the floor in pain but alive.
Masta? One of the brown monsters said staring at Zephyr with a curious look then gave him ruff poke which Zephyr repaid with a bolt of magic to the face. Sending the beast flying tho to his surprise his magic was now purple/orange and much more powerful almost decapitating the monster and scaring it horribly as the creature began to roll on the floor trying to but out the magic fire now on it face. Zephyr notest that runes on the floor light up with the same light as the magic fire testing his theory he channeled some magic into a rune then he felt it the room no the building was an instrument of powerful magic one he would control. He then began to dominate the structure as he dominated the ring a tower he felt it was as he and it became one and the same by his will. All doors opined and closed the eyes of every statue his very own, and as his will spread he began to understand the purpose of the tower at least one of them, it's collecting the exes magic of the wasteland and drawing magic from the netherworld to form the dark-hart of this mighty fortress. To choose and empower its new overlord to empower him all the runes of the tower lite up as he rose up from the ground and turned to face his minions
All hail the Overlord! the minions, cry out even the scared on whos face stopped burning joined the celebration dancing around Zephyr as the gray minion approached
Apologies for the rude welcome master! But you were not our master until just now! The old minion said carefully trying not to offend. But now that you are we your loyal minions shall serve you, my overlord! Zephyr didn't trust the withered old thing but decided not to kill it just yet until it proved its usefulness or lack thereof