The audio titled "Convocation" begins in an ominous tone, reflecting a sense of terror. It opens with the faint echo of a distant bell tolling, which is immediately swallowed by the heavy, oppressive sound of foghorns. The foghorns serve as a symbolic representation of the unseen dread lurking within the denseness of the fog. As the foghorns subside, the murmur of a crowd begins to emerge, subtly growing in volume and intensity. The atmosphere is heavy with tension and anticipation, the eerie silence punctuated only by the occasional hushed whisper. This is the convocation, a gathering filled not with excitement and joy but with fear and apprehension. Suddenly, a loud, commanding voice breaks through the murmurings. The voice is powerful, authoritative, but there's an undercurrent of dread that sends chills down your spine. This is no ordinary convocation speech. The speaker's words, laced with menace, resonate throughout the gathering, ampl