“This is it,” I said to myself as I stood in front of the last cloaked man standing at a point in the hexagram. “The last key—the key that represents Earth.”
The fifth cloaked man brought out a silver coin with a carved hexagram on both sides. He flipped the coin into the air as it spins like a top thrown in the land. It flickered like an ember as it stops in midair above its point. Then a fire snapped in the center as they chanted softly as if they were singing a lullaby to the night.
It sounded like Latin, I thought.
With my mind trying to remember every detail as possible, the raging blaze exploded. Then the ground shook and opened a rift beneath me. Then I fell . . . The earth swallowed me as if it was my last sleep in this world. In fear, I jolt and found myself
