The ritual was complete, and a faint red light shot up into the sky.
"The guy who launched the ritual is already dead. All we have to do now is deal with the few beasts that have been contaminated, and this mission will be thoroughly completed,"
Henrik pulled out a pistol and waited quietly.
"Will there be many?"
"Five people, corresponding to five beasts. Each time a beast is killed, some of the dead person's soul is extracted by the power of the ritual and merges with the beast's soul, then absorbed by the spellcaster."
"After this power is absorbed, the corresponding beast will also die."
"Now that two people have been killed by beasts, if I'm not mistaken, there should be three left."
"Three?" Roger muttered softly.
"He killed two himself, doesn't that mean...?"
Soon after, seeing the beasts approaching alone, Henrik's old face turned red, "Maybe they were killed by other animals or hunters."