The room was filled with thick scent of blood, as ten children laid motionlessly on the floor. Their blood oozed out from the cut on their neck, it created streams like rivers.
Even the battle hardened warrior couldn't stomach this scene. This was too cruel.
Sam was not unaffected too, his breath was labored, as he tried to push down the bile that raised to his throat. This level of cruelty was hard to discern, even when he was the one, who had done this.
The feeling was akin to a feverish dream when he sliced their throat opened as sacrifice. He was not sure since when he turned to be a violence creature, but at this point, there was no turning back.
Once the sacrificial for the ritual was offered and the blood had spilled, the ritual continued without any hiccup.
It was only Arthur, who seemingly was not affected by all of this. His eyes fixed on Jaxon, who was laying unconsciously on the slab.
