All the children were standing together in an arena especially prepared for the ceremony.
The high priest in the fancy ceremonial robes and a funny hat was chanting some sort of prayer that was supposed to start the initiation but was actually only a purely cosmetic choice that was supposed to add to the splendor of the occasion.
Zombie was not looking around at all, standing behind Cranberry, lowering his head with a mostly indifferent, although slightly bored, expression.
The reason was simple.
Just as before, the whole initiation was taking a place in the prepared spot in the arena- and the arena, as a place where people came to watch things happen, had the seats for the audience.
