Chapitre 88: Chapter 50: The Ritual (2)

“Sirius,” Rojar Iker called, laughing at a younger man, “It's finally time.”

It seemed they have arrived. Yeriel found something amiss in her new environment. The wind didn’t swirl around there, nor was snow falling. It seemed some magical fortification was in place around there—not that distant, about twenty yards around them.

Everything seemed prepared before they arrived there. A few were already present there, standing with luminescence lamps in their hands. They welcomed the warlock and his associates as they talked for a short while and finally all their attention was drawn to her. Yeriel felt a sudden sense of panic. It was as if she was a lamb on the way to be butchered as they were accessing her.