Warning: Strong Scenes
[The host has acquired: +20 chosen attribute].
[Placing 20 points of chosen attribute in: (attribute: intelligence)].
The rain was still falling, the night was cold, but for the three present, under the sky with lightning, nothing else but them mattered. The intruder looked at Mart who was on his knees emitting an ominous energy which although it did not seem powerful was enigmatically chilling. The intruder wanted to jump towards Mart to kill him, but this time Isirid managed to create 16 poisonous spears at the same time trying her best and attacked without giving the intruder time to approach Mart, because she had understood that Mart was performing a cursed ritual.
Mart, who had just swallowed the soil and herbs bloody with the blood of the scythe-wielding intruder, began to pray:
"Vessel channeling the will.
Reflecting the desired harm
Afflict my target
Make him suffer, as my will desires
Act, cursed doll
For darkness is in our hearts"
