Within the depths of the City perpetually hidden from the dark.
The First Elder, Second Elder, and the City Chief could be seen sitting on the three corners of a dilapidated room. The First Elder sat cross-legged at the eastern corner, the Second Elder at the western corner, and the City Chief sat at the southern corner.
On the northern corner sat an altar made out of twelve stones stacked upon each other. The stones looked nothing out of the ordinary, but what was terrifying was the fact that there was fresh blood dripped on top of the stones as if it was dessert topped by syrup.
The crimson blood mysteriously shone in a dazzling golden light which faintly illuminated the room, making it somewhat clear that there were indescribable runes carved on the floor of the room.
With the altar situated at the northern side which was within the center of those runes, the elders were at the edges and with this...
Everything was complete.
It was time...