In the shadows cast by the twisted, gnarled branches of the forbidden forest, the dark necromancer, Krax, toiled. His eyes, once bright and full of life, now a deep, haunting red. The forest was rumored to be the home of Moros, the Demon of Ruin, whose crimson gaze could turn even the bravest of souls to stone. Krax, with his insatiable thirst for power, sought to make contact with Moros, believing that the demon's power could grant him unlimited life.

As the night sky darkened and the stars began to twinkle, Krax performed an ancient ritual, a chant designed to summon Moros. With each word, the forest around him seemed to grow darker and more ominous. Suddenly, the trees parted, and there, in the clearing, stood a figure, cloaked in shadows, with eyes as red as freshly spilled blood. Moros, the demon, had arrived. Krax knelt before him, offering a blood-soaked sacrificial knife as a token of loyalty. The demon's gaze seemed to bore into the necromancer's very soul, and Krax felt a shudder run down his spine.

As the two exchanged words, a bargain was struck. Moros would grant Krax the power he desired, but in return, the necromancer would act as a vessel, a conduit for the demon to spread his influence into the mortal realm. Unwilling to betray his own kind, Krax hesitated, yet the allure of power was too strong to resist. The demon's crimson gaze bore deeper, piercing Krax's very being, and with a final, sinister laugh, Moros left the forbidden forest, leaving Krax to pave the way for the forces of darkness. From that day forth, the legend of the Crimson Gaze of Moros grew, and the once great hero of the lands became the harbinger of destruction.