Lyle continued to observe the scene from the shadows, his enhanced senses picking up on the eerie incantations and dark magic emanating from the cultists. It was clear that this organization possessed knowledge and power far beyond what Lyle and his allies had anticipated.
As he watched, one of the cultists stepped forward and raised a blood-stained dagger high above their head. The others chanted in a guttural language that sent shivers down Lyle's spine. It was a language of dark rituals and forbidden magic, something that Lyle had never seen before.
The cultist brought the dagger down, and with a swift motion, they cut their own palm, letting the blood drip onto the grotesque creature on the altar. The creature convulsed, its body writhing in unnatural ways as the dark magic runes on its skin glowed with malevolent energy.
