Chapter 233: Ruined Them
The chamber shook as the blood on the altar pulsed violently, drawn to Olivia’s body like smoke to flame. The red mist thickened, swirling around her, as if tasting her magic and then breaking it.
Below the altar, the witch’s hands moved swiftly from one wounded girl to the next. She pressed her trembling palms to their wrists, pouring ancient healing spells into their veins. The girls twitched and cried out weakly, then fell into unconsciousness as the blood stopped seeping from their wounds. Their bodies grew still.
"Faster," Rhistel muttered, guarding her with blade in hand, cutting down any who dared approach. "How many more?"
"Just two!" the witch gasped, already moving to the next girl. Her skin was turning pale from the effort. "Their blood must stop flowing, or Olivia will be consumed."
Damon fought like a beast beside them, eyes flicking up to the altar every few seconds. He could barely see Olivia through the glowing mist now, her body lifted from the stone as if by invisible chains.
"Come on, come on," he growled.
As the last girl’s wound was sealed, the blood trail to the altar began to fade. The mist thinned slowly and they could see Olivia again.
But she still looked bound to her place. The entire chamber was filled with a deafening wail as the ritual started to unravel. The ground started to crack and the land started to shake and cracks appeared along the edges of the altar.
the head priestess emerged from the back of the chamber,