On the other side, Shard, unaware that because he had left home in such a hurry, brought along something extra without actually leaving anything behind.
He was currently crawling on the ground, holding his breath, enduring the headache as he listened to the sharp, piercing song.
Ahead was the source of the singing, in the center of the cornfield where all the plants were flattened to form a circular area. Dozens of short Servants of the Hidden, clad in black robes, surrounded a bonfire built of human bones, singing while performing frantic dance movements in the center of the cornfield.
They clearly had only one eye on their faces, but still managed to produce sounds. The bonfire, however, was of a deeper black, darker than the darkness around it, merely staring at it instinctively filled one with fear and danger.
