The frenzied cultists around him suddenly dropped like switches had been turned off, collapsing to the ground completely motionless.
Archibald and the others began to look bewildered, seemingly unclear about what they were currently doing.
Their eyes involuntarily scanned the entire basement, searching for anything that could catch their attention.
John felt dizzy and his mind went blank.
He didn't know what to say, nor did he know how to react properly.
His hands trembled, and he clenched his teeth tightly.
He realized that this piece of wood was not as simple as he had thought.
No, it must be burned, completely destroyed to truly eliminate the danger.
The thick black mist in the air seemed to be growing denser.
John felt an unusual change in his heart.
His hands shook slightly as he bit down hard.
He must leave this place...
John stumbled towards the exit, but it was already too late.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!