"Hail Dantalion!"
"Hail Dantalion!"
"Hail Dantalion!"
The voices thundered through the air, echoing off every wall.
"Hail Dantalion!"
"Hail Dantalion!"
Their cries multiplied, overlapping until the sound filled every corner of the room, an endless chant that seemed to crawl beneath Seth's skin, vibrating through his bones and thoughts.
Seth watched all of this in a daze, his thoughts sluggish.
But amidst the sluggishness, certain images continued to resurface in his mind.
'Ars Goetia?'
That was the name of the book in the memories.
But he had never read such a book in the past. In fact, he couldn't recall any of the things that he saw in the memories.
"Hail Dantalion!"
"Hail Dantalion!"
With the thunder of the voices, Seth's face started to distort.
