Eli and Belladonna stood at opposite sides of the pillar-like altar between them. There were two golden goblets on it, filled with red liquid. Kestra was standing before them, chanting something for them to say after her.
Eli kept his eyes trained on his Donna and as the moment passed by, he was starting to feel that something wasn't right.
At all.
Belladonna stared back at the mortal King in front of her, sensing his growing suspicion, knowing that before the chanting was over, he would question her.
Everything that happened next was in a blur.
In a second, Belladonna swiped out the twig to strike it against the ring.
Kestra's ears perked with the sudden movement, a blast of magic erupting from her and throwing everyone a good distance away from her and her sacrifice.
Eli's back hit the floor, deja vu and pain rushing through him, as he raced his way to the podium.
Too late.
