The pentagram-shaped runic formation lit up with an eerie red light. Soon it enveloped all the black-robed figures that were standing on it.
Gradually, the red light devoured their skin, flesh, blood, and life essence. But strangely enough, none of the hooded figures, including the blond middle-aged priest had an ounce of fear on their faces.
Sacrificing themselves for the descent of one of the 9 Dukes of Hell was their life's greatest honor. Spreading chaos was the maxim that the members of the Inferno Order lived by. Even if it meant dying in the process!
"Glory to the Dark God!" These were the last words chanted by the blond priest as his body slowly dissipated into nothingness. All the while, the maniacal smile on his face never faded.
Meanwhile, on the surface, more than half of Augustus Street was illuminated by a sinister bloody light. This was the very same area that was right about the runic formation.
