Zevien soon arrived at the location. It was within a dormant volcano, and there were people inside the volcano preparing the ritual.
"P-please let us go!"
"What are you going to do to us?"
"Please, somebody help!"
Twelve young men were trapped inside a cage. Their ages ranged from fourteen to eighteen.
The young men were crying for help, but the five people donned in dark gray robes with red and purple patterns had turned deaf ears to them. They were standing in front of an altar made of bones. A dark-purple skull on top of the altar was burning with violet flames, making it extra creepy.
"They can't fly, right?" Zevien muttered as he floated high in the sky.
They didn't know that Zevien was watching them yet.
