"Can't we stop the process?" Daemom asked with a calm expression. His eyes briefly fell upon the hundreds of bodies, causing the calmness in his gaze to falter, but it returned to normal a few seconds later.
"It's not impossible, just very difficult. If you manage to use your Aspect of Existence to mend the Veil, we might be able to stop it, but…" Amara didn't need to finish for Daemom to understand; he was far too inexperienced to begin manipulating something as vital as the Veil.
Suddenly, all the screams of pain and agony ceased completely, marking the end of the hundred lives cruelly sacrificed on the altar of bones.
Daemom unconsciously clenched his fists, knowing this fact. Letting these people die in front of him was no different than admitting he had killed them himself.
At that moment, the flaming skulls positioned to form a pentagram opened their fleshless jaws and released jets of black fire to the sides.
