Alpha Darius’ POV
The moon was swollen and low in the black sky, a molten silver coin dripping cold light onto the clearing. I stood at the very edge of the circle, where the wind bit against my exposed skin like teeth. My cloak whipped around my ankles, its deep crimson blending with the restless shadows.
The ground beneath me was marked with a massive symbol, carved into the soil, deep enough for a man’s foot to disappear into the grooves.
Black sand filled the channels, glinting faintly. Every line was precise, every curve exact, as if drawn by a machine. The sigil smelled faintly of burned iron and blood.
Of course I was at it again… I hate the stench of peace.. I'll never let Karren defeat me..
"Bring the offerings," I commanded, my voice low but carrying. It was the kind of ton
