Andy lifted the lantern to show Margaret the surroundings. The basement was spacious but barren, almost devoid of anything. The walls, covered in mold, bore countless dark stains, resembling coagulated splatters of blood. In the center of the floor, a large circular pattern was drawn.
"Is this a magic circle?" Margaret asked.
She walked over, carefully examining the details of the pattern. No, this construction didn't adhere to the principles of magic. The runes inscribed within it weren't any known magical script.
"It's dark magic," Andy explained. "My father summoned demons from the netherworld using dark magic."
It was a tale as dull as it was pitiable and despicable.
