Chapter 78

**Author's POV**

In the deepest part of the woods, a rite was being carried out. A circle has been prepared long ago, a perfect nine feet, by the clearing of trees and young saplings. The ground has been sprinkled with consecrated earth.

Clouds, dark and secretive, danced over the pale moon.

Two figures in black cloaks stood inside the protective circle. A lone owl began to scream in lament, but when the gong sounded, even he was silenced. For a moment, only the murmurs of the wind were heard.

In the pit at the left side of the circle, the fire already smoldered, soon, the flames would rise up, called by the same wind or other forces.

A young naked lady was dragged by a man to the center of the circle, she would be their alter of living flesh.

The high priestess, having donned her mask, began to chant in Latin. When she had finished her recitation, she raised her arms high towards the inverted pentagram above the altar. A bell was rung to purify the air.

Soon, the priestess began to c