Chapter 50: The Ritual (4)

“OH GREAT FATHER OF DARKNESS, I CALL YOU FROM THE DARKNESS INTO THE WORLD OF DARKNESS. HEAR MY CALL, OH FATHER OF BLINDNESS. LET YOUR PRESENCE BE KNOWN IN THE WORLD OF MEN AGAIN.”

Kiea gritted her teeth. She felt the overwhelming heaviness pressed onto her soul, rendering her incapable of anything other than the scripts as if she had gobbled them down in the past and now just vomiting back. None of the others were in any bright condition, either.

Yeriel, who had her eyes closed, wide awoke, however, they felt empty. Her eyes were widened, as veins in red pulsed through inhumanly, while her arms danced in the midair as if going through Raigarh Mortis. No, she was not dead, but suffering, and it's only the beginning.

The crown of antler on top of her head dug into her skull as she screamed, feeling the unendurable pain. Her head felt like shattering, while the foreign thing poked into it, as if trying to be a part of her.