A furious pounding drum rhythm thundered in the sacred space. The drumming and chanting had produced an altered state of consciousness in the assembled gathering and the group now experienced a hidden world of power that unleashed its terrifying reality within the walls of the old church.
A soul displacer, a spiral of shimmering multicoloured energy, materialised from the ectoplasm in the circle. It hovered for a moment, waves of colour radiating from it and swirling into the night sky. All at once it spun from the circle towards Olwen.
“Go!” she commanded. “Destroy our enemies!”
Soul displacers poured from St Martin"s church. All that could be seen of them out in the churchyard was the spinning energy-spiral, hurtling between the gravestones with the unnerving speed of a desert djinn.
