The Nighteye graced the sky with its calm-inducing presence, Illuminating the world below as crickets chirped and owls hooted.
At such an ungodly hour when most men slept, Lord Fitzgerald stood in a strange room with Victoria beside him, her expression unreadable.
He carried out the summoning ritual meticulously after which the mirror placed on the wall rippled like a lake before changing, revealing a dark place illuminated by emerald flames.
The candle flames in the room transformed into a pale green color causing the temperature in the room to plummet though this only made Victoria feel more at home.
She studied the ritual with the keen sense of a Cryptid, grasping the fluctuations in the aether that followed as the mirror rippled.
