The moonlight flowed slowly like congealed silver paste through the cracks of the abandoned temple.
Seven dark figures stood firmly beside a gigantic circular matrix. The red cloud patterns flickered under the moonlight, outlining an aura of tranquil eeriness.
Purple-black slime seeped from the ground, binding the unconscious man lying in the center of the circular array. The sand on his body was fading, peeling upward from his toes as if an invisible hand were slowly tearing him apart.
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