Boom!
Door got blown out of its hinges, and Imperius ran inside the stone basement of the modest-looking house.
The blood had barely dried up, and there were still signs of the dark ceremony happening over here.
"Alright…"
Imperius opened the book, walked circles around the ceremony circle, and opened his mouth.
"The Gods of Old and New—the Dead and Alive—take back the one who does not belong here, the death bringer, the darkness that threatens our world, the merchant of not our world!"
A cold wind breezed through the basement and made the book shut down with a bang—a sound that echoed through the empty room.
Imperius pulled out a lighter, ignited a flame, and burned the pages.
…
A sound of whispering echoed in the Death Merchant's ears, and that whispering turned into a horrendous scream.
"No!"
He pointed his finger at Kiernan, wanting to shoot another bullet, but then the space around him began to warp and twist.