At the edge of the dark-colored pool, eight figures dressed in black robes and wearing masks formed a circle, holding hands and softly chanting blasphemous, evil spell texts. Their voices echoed through the dim hall, filled with a disconcerting eeriness and chill.
Not far behind them, hundreds of cultists knelt, chanting the spell texts as well.
And within the pool at the center, dark purple flames were burning, leaping with the chanting voices, spreading and gradually intensifying.
This scene further fueled the excitement of the cultists, their chanting grew louder, and the deep purple flames became even stronger.
"Great Lord of Darkness! King of Flames! Grand Duke of Blood! We offer our sacrifices here, imploring your descent!"
Accompanied by the cries of the crowd, within the deep purple flames, a dagger slowly rose. From its appearance, it seemed no different from a butcher's knife at a street-side slaughterhouse, perhaps even more rudimentary.
