The stone made an impressive crunching sound, and the fragments of the pedestal scattered to the side with a thud. Then the sarcophagus rose.
"What?" Damien looked up.
The sarcophagus was now suspended in midair. The eyes of the white moon suddenly opened, and red lips sprouted from the bottom of the white moon.
Damien blinked at the grotesque sight, and another lip sprouted from the face of the red moon. The red mouth of the white moon quivered violently, as if it were singing. But it was not singing a song: it was singing a spell.
At that moment, the red moon's white lips parted cruelly.
