The Blood

Malachi couldn't believe it.

So easily!

Even now, he had to continually check with himself to ensure that he wasn't going mad.

At the moment, he and Camille were sitting cross legged on the ground while they were being circled by the N'Kai as they chanted a song in their strange dialect.

Bianca was leaning against a rock a few feet away, clearly worried about this all going well and not horribly wrong at the last moment.

If things progressed smoothly… the N'Kai would no longer be a threat to this world by the time the sun rose.

It was a crazy thing to think about.

"It is time for the blood's offering." Tsath suddenly said.

All five of the assembled N'Kai paused on a dime and suddenly cupped their hands out in front of them.

They took one of their claws and cut open their palms without showing a modicum of discomfort.