"Bring her inside," Consuelo commanded, turning her back on the forest. "The Anito are restless. They smell something different in all of you, especially you, young man. It smells like death to them." She said, looking at Marshal.
He nodded, understood what the old lady meant and now carrying Sari into the Bahay na Bato with Cara and Leone close behind, along with Mister Alfredo and Miss Kagame. The heavy wooden doors slammed shut, and the sound of chanting began almost immediately from within.
That left Frank, Tyler, Clydelle and the rest standing on the damp grass of the front yard, surrounded by the towering silhouette of the tropical forest.
"I'll start the perimeter check," Athena said, her voice trying to sound steady, though he shifted uncomfortably but usually felt grounded and powerful analyzing her surroundings. But here... "The ground feels... angry. It's rejecting me."
