The scent of rose petals and various herbs wafted through the wide space of the old warehouse that looked a lot better on the inside than it did on the outside.
Shamans were roaming around, busying themselves by preparing for the greatly anticipated ritual. They all had an extra pep in their steps, and their morale was high; they were in the presence of their God; how could they not be in a good mood?
Zelda worked hard to gather as many shamans as possible to perform the ritual. Only some, such as the twins, were present during the glory days of the dark angel, Alia; the others were shamans that escaped Hell or those that had been living amongst the humans for centuries already.
She convinced them to aid her cause, promising them power and prosperity if they acknowledged Alia as their one and only true God.
