In the dim and icy hall, a massive black iron spiked arc insignia stood atop a platform in the center. A black stone pillar rose in the middle, and candelabra at each corner were lit with Blood Candles. The eerie crimson light they emanated illuminated a woman—or more precisely—a Sacrifice, bound upon the altar.
Standing before the Sacrifice was a woman holding a short rod.
She wore a skull helmet emblazoned with the spiked arc insignia. Her attire was scant; only two strips of cloth covered key areas, accentuating her enticing figure.
On either side of the altar stood two men, each donning matching black iron helmets and bare-chested.
Both were tall and muscular, their claw-shaped weapons in hand exhibiting terrifying strength.
Peculiarly, their exposed skin bore many scars. Some had healed, leaving only scar tissue, while many more were fresh wounds that strangely did not bleed.
