With my hood pulled up over my head, I kept my face down as I joined the Ravens. I waded through a sea of blue, slowly making my way to the front where Ormslang was getting ready to perform his ritual.
“Midnight! Raven! Midnight! Raven!” people chanted around me as they pumped their fists in the air.
To blend in, I pretended to rally with them. “Midnight. Raven. Midnight. Raven.”
I bumped into a couple of people here and there but nothing a quick apology couldn’t fix.
The crowd cheered and one glance at the front told me why. Clad in a blue Midnight Raven uniform, Ormslang approached the raised platform where he was going to create his Afterlife. He took place behind a small stone altar and raised his hand, silencing everyone.
All the Ravens were captivated by him and I used that to m
