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The ritual unfolded swiftly within the office, enveloped in a stifling atmosphere. On the floor, a massive Pentagram was meticulously drawn, surrounded by flickering candles that cast dim, wavering light. The yellowish glow projected distorted shadows on the walls and ceiling, as if foreboding their actions. At the center of the ritual lay a goat skull, placed with reverence; the darkness in its eye sockets seemed to gaze at everyone, causing each student to hold their breath, unable to mask the tremors of anxiety as the ritual commenced.
Laf stood beside the podium, her expression grave, hands tightly gripping the script of incantations. Her eyes occasionally scanned the faces of the society members; each bore a different expression, yet all revealed a fervent mix of anticipation and unease. However, as the ritual progressed, confusion set in—what medium could they use to attract those beings from another dimension and truly open the gateway to the dark realm?
James lingered in the shadows, observing the unfolding events. As he noticed the students beginning to doubt and grow anxious, a faint smile crept across his face; he knew this was the moment.
"We need a medium to catch their attention," one student whispered, anxiety lacing their tone.
"But... what should we use?" another student pondered aloud, brow furrowed as their gaze flitted around the room, seemingly hoping for an answer to materialize.
Laf's expression darkened further; she understood that time was of the essence and a decision had to be made immediately. Just then, James stepped forward into the center of their attention.
"My blood," he said calmly, a hint of mystery and resolve in his voice. "I am willing to offer my blood as a sacrificial medium."
The room fell into stunned silence at his words; every student's gaze snapped to James, disbelief etched on their faces. Laf's eyes widened in shock; Professor James's blood? This was madness!
"No!" Laf immediately interjected, shaking her head in refusal, her voice thick with urgency. "It's too dangerous, Professor! You absolutely cannot use your blood—"
Before she could finish her sentence, a glint of determination flashed in James's eyes. He swiftly snatched a ritual dagger from one student's hand without hesitation. Everyone in the room stood frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what was about to unfold.
"Professor, don't—!" Laf reached out in an attempt to stop him, but James moved too quickly.
Without a moment's pause, he raised his hand and deeply sliced across his palm with the dagger. A crimson gash appeared instantly on his hand, blood flowing like a stream and dripping onto the Pentagram drawn on the floor. The moment his blood touched the runes, it seemed to awaken some forbidden power; the symbols emitted a faint glow as whispers echoed up from the ground.
James coldly stared at the blood seeping out, his expression remarkably calm, as if everything was under his control. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, mingling with the fragrance of burning candles, creating an atmosphere that was both eerie and distorted.
"I know what to do," James whispered, his tone filled with mystery and authority. "This little blood is enough to open that door..."
Laf looked at James in shock, her eyes revealing a struggle and unease. She understood that the ritual was irreversible, but James's act of shedding blood filled her with an extreme sense of danger, as if he were not merely opening a door to another dimension, but rather a chasm filled with darkness and destruction.
"Professor, this... this is too dangerous..." Laf's voice trembled, yet her heart was conflicted. She worried for James's safety while being unable to resist the fervor within her; all of this left her feeling utterly confused.
James merely smiled slightly, his gaze flickering with an unsettling light.
"Trust me," he said softly, his tone carrying an undeniable authority. "This is a necessary step; for success, we must make sacrifices."
As the blood dripped down, the entire office seemed to undergo subtle changes. The candlelight flickered more wildly, and the oppressive atmosphere grew increasingly intense, as if some invisible force was awakening—an existence hidden in the darkness had been stirred and was beginning to watch these ignorant humans.
The atmosphere in the office quickly turned bizarre and tense. As James's blood fell onto the Pentagram array, low murmurs seemed to resonate from all around, as if emanating from the air itself or bubbling up from deep within the floor. The flames of the candles swayed violently, as though an unseen force was shaking the entire space. Shadows on the walls began to twist suddenly, as if some invisible presence was moving slowly within the room. The flickering candlelight cast shifting shadows on the students' faces, reflecting their fear and excitement.
"Is... is this real!?" someone gasped in disbelief, their eyes filled with incredulity and ecstasy. This was their first time witnessing such a concrete supernatural phenomenon; their hearts were torn between a yearning for unknown power and deep-seated fear.
"Did we really succeed? Is this a summoned spirit?" another student murmured, trembling fingers clutching the scripture tightly as they fixed their gaze on the Pentagram array on the floor, seemingly searching for answers.
The atmosphere in the office instantly became a strange intertwining of excitement and fear, like two serpents coiling around each other, tightening everyone's nerves to their limits. The wind outside grew stronger, resembling wails echoing from afar; within the room, whispers became clearer and sharper, as if countless souls were whispering in their ears, eager to tear through this thin veil of reality.
However, standing at the podium, Laf's expression gradually grew serious. She knew that the preparations for the ritual were not yet complete; they had not performed the final steps—how could they possibly begin summoning just like this? Her heart was filled with doubt and unease as she anxiously glanced at James, seeking an explanation.
"Could it be... that a wrong spirit has been summoned?" she whispered, her inner unease growing stronger.
At that moment, James stepped into the center of the Pentagram. His expression was unnaturally calm, as if he had anticipated everything. Blood dripped from his palm onto the Pentagram, unlocking some forbidden chain, while the crimson trail seemed to form a bridge to an unknown power, connecting reality with another realm.
"Professor... this... this isn't ready yet..." Laf's voice trembled as she tried to warn James.
However, James paid no attention; a mysterious smile spread across his face. He slowly lowered his head, his eyes half-closed, and began to chant softly. The words were incomprehensible, like ancient incantations or a language never heard before. James's voice was deep and hoarse, as if calling upon an ancient existence.
"Aksar Karma Soth..." James's voice thundered in everyone's minds, carrying an irresistible force.
The students exchanged anxious glances, unsure of what James was doing but sensing a strange energy gradually seeping into their bodies. Suddenly, the goat skull at the center of the Pentagram began to tremble, creaking as if some force was trying to surge forth. The hollow eye sockets of the goat skull seemed to emit a dim red glow, like the gaze of a pupil from the abyss, cold and mercilessly surveying everything around.
Laf felt a chill run down her spine to the top of her head. She tightened her grip on the talisman in her hand, repeatedly telling herself to stay calm. But this abnormal situation had already surpassed her understanding. James's chanting grew more urgent, accompanied by a deep vibration in the air, as if responding to some distant presence.
Suddenly, vague images appeared on the office walls, like marks forced out by something. The whispers intensified, as if countless souls were surging up from beneath the ground, desperately screaming to break free from the shackles of reality.
"What is happening...?" a student asked tremulously, trembling uncontrollably.
James ignored him; his voice became louder and deeper. The language that did not belong to humanity seemed to awaken some deeply hidden dark power within. He tilted his head slightly back as if welcoming some supreme existence that was about to arrive.
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