A sphere of negative energy ripples out in a 60-foot-radius sphere from a point within range.

The spell concludes, imprinting the image of colossal black doors on my mind. The final grains of pearl dust cascade through my fingers, and the doors violently swing open with a silent boom. A frigid, abyssal darkness emanates, a wave of deathly chill surging from the indicated point—an ominous force unleashed from the grim realms beyond.

I Cast Circle of Death
Within my clenched fist, precious powder from a small black pearl awaits. As my words dance and my free hand points, a black dot emerges, hovering and pulsating. Ripples extend, expanding the void—ten feet, thirty, sixty. A colossal sphere of necrosis materializes, a chamber woven from the fabric of the void.