The sunlight outside the window was bleak, and the atmosphere inside the lounge was oppressive. The white ouroboros patterns on the black wall tiles seemed to particularly enjoy this atmosphere. Initially motionless on the tiles, they now silently began to spin.
In the center of the lounge, on the coffee table, within the chessboard,
Mike Gold Cypress Plano had just moved a knight diagonally by one step, which faced an opposing cannon across a pawn. Cole swallowed hard, looking somewhat terrified at the cannon.
It was less that he was staring at the cannon than he was staring at the Bible he was holding.
With terror, Cole discovered the ouroboros mark that had been branded on his wrist was crawling off, little by little, following Sepulano's speech. It didn't take any flesh with it but left an empty ouroboros mark that crawled down from the warlock's wrist and plunged into the cover of the Bible beneath his right hand.