The rooftop was bathed in the eerie glow of the summoning circle. The air was thick, carrying the strong stench of dark magic and the faint scent of sulfur.
Whispers of resentment, barely audible, seemed to seep into the ears of everyone within a certain distance of the magic array.
Father Teralis arrived first, descending gracefully as his wings flapped gently. His eyes widened in horror at the sight before him.
"Blessed Vigil preserve us," he muttered, clutching the cross around his neck.
Seconds later the Dreamwalker and Captain Arlen arrived, their figure fading into existence like a dream. Their eyes surveyed the scene, narrowing at the ominous green light rising from the array.
"What in the hell is this?" Captain Arlen growled.
"This... This is Sacrificial magic. it belongs to the Dark Lord!" The Dreamwalker warned.
