_Anya’s POV_
I froze in complete shock.
The room was empty.
My hand tightened painfully around the flashlight while Jacob slowly stepped inside first. The light moved over the cracked stone walls, the broken ceiling beams and the dusty floor while my eyes searched every corner desperately.
But there was nothing there.
My breathing turned uneven immediately. “No…”
The candles had disappeared completely. The blood-covered symbols were gone as if they had never existed at all. The massive pentagon on the floor had vanished without leaving behind even a single stain. The severed head of the little boy was nowhere to be seen and the horrible black robes, bowls, bones and glass bottles had all disappeared too.
The room stood empty and silent now, looking like nothing more than an abandone
