THE CHANTING grew louder.
"Blood of the living, flesh of the dead. Open the path between the living and the abyss."
The runes surrounding the altar glowed one after another. However, instead of illuminating the forest, the light surrounding them gradually darkened until black mist began seeping out from between the markings.
The villagers became increasingly excited.
Their rotten faces twisted into wide smiles as they stared at the altar. Some began chanting louder, while others trembled where they knelt.
The innkeeper was the most excited of them all.
She stared at the darkening formation with wide eyes. As more of the runes lit up, her breathing became heavier, and a hysterical laugh eventually escaped her mouth.
"It's working..." She laughed again. "It's finally working!"
All the sacrifices they had made over the years had finally come to fruition!
