They were turning the very inn to a massacre place too. After five seconds, she caught sight of the innkeeper, who walked outside the circle. Bringing a knife and cutting her hand as blood was spilled inside the circle which was marked.
The innkeeper must have added something such that the food had only affected Damien and not her as if she was needed for the ritual while they didn't care about him. Far away she could see a burning light that let out a cloud of dark grey smoke. Up in the sky, the clouds had finally moved and the moon stood proud which was gold in color.
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