From the circle of dark watchers, a figure stepped forward into the torchlight.
This one was human, dressed in ceremonial robes that were different from the others. His cloak was deep black with intricate red embroidery, and on the front was emblazoned a red skull symbol that seemed to glow with its own inner fire.
The man moved with the careful precision of someone performing a sacred ritual. In his hands, he carried a curved dagger that gleamed wickedly in the flickering light.
"What are you doing?" Jaenor demanded, pulling against his chains as the robed figure approached.
"Stay away from me!"
But the man paid no attention to his words.
With quick, practiced movements, he grabbed Jaenor's right hand and drew the blade across his palm.
Pain shot up Jaenor's arm as blood began to flow from the cut. He moved to the other hand and did the same.
The drops fell onto the carved platform beneath his feet, and where they touched the stone symbols, something extraordinary happened.
