Cloette whispered a few words under her breath, and the circle trembled into an erected stone ring. Once the Empurai felt the follicles of her hair brush against them, they gasped while staggering behind.
The dhampir's eyes were back to normal once she whispered with heartache what would have brought the prisoners freedom or to accept their fate.
"Duermete. (1)"
They held onto their tears, but one of them ended up wailing in relief from the pain they had endured for the last couple of millennia, being fed only to be barely kept alive for the gods' entertainment.
It brought them the closure they needed, so they both held each other in an embrace, as they wanted to be close to each other when they died. Cloette's blank expression had closed her eyes when she snapped her fingers.
