Minutes later, Sylvia stood staring at Finn's corpse, emotionlessly. His blood was still over her dress, but she didn't care. And in the grey sky, the dark misty form gurgling in satisfaction.
"I am very much pleased with you, Sylvia!" The Dark Lord's voice thundered, and Sylvia slowly tore her gaze from Finn's corpse.
"This was my third sacrifice, My Lord. I hope you are satisfied." She said politely.
A thunder struck in the sky, followed by the Dark Lord's voice. "I am, Sylvia."
A bolt of lightning struck the platform, and the third symbol was illuminated in green colour.
A sense of achievement warmed Sylvia's heart as the corner of her lips stretched up a little. But then her attention went to that seventh symbol with a heart. She still didn't know what it was.
"My Lord, if I may ask, what is this symbol? What is the seventh sacrifice?" Sylvia kept her tone as polite as possible, not wanting to offend the Dark Lord.
