The markings on the walls started glowing. Starting from the outer edges of the room and working inward toward the center. Like something was being drawn in from a great distance and arriving slowly. The color was close to red but underneath that something was different.
The Shaman stood at the stone table and spoke continuously. It spoke like it was reading from something written a very long time ago and knew every word by memory.
Hiroshi watched the walls.
The lines connecting the circles were glowing fully now. And where they connected at their intersection points small nodes of light had appeared. Brighter than the lines. Concentrated. Like the geometry of the room was a machine and those points were where the pressure was building up.
Then the first one appeared.
