Chapter 4C- Extras

Elsewhere.

“Will it work this time my dearest, Falette? I feel close, so very, very close...”

A cloaked figure could be seen toiling away on what appeared to be a sleeping man on a large stone slab. The body was full of puncture wounds, and bits of dark liquid dripped from the edge, pooling into a growing puddle.

“Wake up now, my latest success... or failure.”

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The cloaked figure raised a gnarled and ancient hand into the air. The darkness seemed to swirl and gather around the wrinkled skin and the torches that illuminated the chamber flickered out of existence. In the darkness, several pairs of dark red eyes were revealed, the minions of the cloaked figure merely watched without a lick of emotion as the ritual took place. Then in the nothingness, a faint spark seemed to flicker, and then gathered into a flame on the palm of the figure’s hand.

The figure placed the flame on the chest of the dead man. As if reacting to the action, the body began to jerk and throb, like the beating of a heart. As the seizure-like actions grew more and more powerful, the cloaked figure applied more pressure onto the man’s chest, holding him down with unnatural strength.

And as abruptly as it started, the movements ceased. A dull orange glow briefly emanated from the body before quickly fading away.

In the darkness, Jourmind Casteya opened his dull red eyes.