#Chapter58
Deep in the Congo forest lies the leopard cults’ jungle shrine, far from the prying eyes of others, cunningly hidden and protected by a large boulder, the cults’ altar is a flat stone slab that is covered with dark bloodstains. Human bones are strewn over the ground, and a grotesque effigy of a half-leopard, half-man towers above the gory altar. The fire throwing dancing shadows out at the darkness as the witch doctor prepares to receive another initiate into the ranks of the Leopard Men.
He turns to confront the gathering, and his eyes fall on the man who stands before him, for he is no other than the eldest son of one of the local chiefs in the area, a chief who also wears the mask.
/"You come to us of your own accord, to join in the dance of death, why?/"
