Nightmare (1)

In the ancient city.

In the spacious stone chamber, there was an egg-shaped red vortex floating over the altar.

On the runes of the red altar, there were some smaller complicated runes. Those runes were also red, surrounded by intense red light.

Angele stood by the runes quietly; the skin he removed from his arm was still in his hand. There were five red glowing runes on the pattern and his body was surrounded by black smoke, however, he was the only one that could see it.

*WOO*

The red vortex above the altar solidified. The color of the light turned from red to blue.

*BOOM*

It sounded like something exploded on the ground and the ceiling of the chamber was shaking.

Raising his head, Angele looked at the ceiling and glanced around. It seemed like he was waiting for something.