Ghastly faces surrounded me.
All the ones who saw the images were left in complete surprise. Lewis, the softest of the ones here, ended up puking and had to step out.
With hardened gazes, Relafan and I continued to scour through the images.
The magic circle that would kick the ritual on was being nourished, marinated in the blood of people strapped over it. All of them had deep, damning gashes on their bodies were blood eked out.
The wounds were great enough to kill, just not enough to kill right away. A slow, painful death awaited everyone on it.
There were also other images on the phone, though. Gruesome as it was, the ritual and the magic circle were merely the tips of the iceberg that waitied in the form of the land of the skeletons.
