Researchers were swept up by the fierce wind and slammed against the wall behind them, waking up with cries of pain.
Rolle, the person in charge, shook his head. The back of his skull ached and his head buzzed as he struggled to recall what had happened, trying to make sense of the events.
Loud laughter resounded in his ears, and as he looked around, the place was in total disarray. Christian stood by the stone platform, throwing his arms up in wild laughter, his body's stitches twisting with his taut muscles, appearing to have lost his senses.
It was then that Rolle remembered, at the culmination of the ritual, a formidable energy burst forth from Christian, a wind swept through disrupting the scene, and knocked everyone unconscious.
Before losing consciousness, Rolle had thought the ritual was likely a failure.
Now, seeing Christian full of vitality, laughing more wildly than before, it was clear that he had succeeded.
"Rolle, I've done it!"
