As the sun dipped below the horizon, the blood moon began to rise, casting an eerie red glow across the sky.
Meanwhile, inside the undisclosed location, at the Clowns of Ark HQ, mages gathered in magenta robes, wearing clown masks but showing no distinction of their ranks this time, i.e. no wigs, hats, or crowns. They merely covered their heads with the hoods attached to the robes and candles were lit all over the place, fresh blood of a pure dragon was used to draw the ritual circles.
Kael stood beside Mia, his expression unreadable but focused, watching as the ritual began to unfold. Around them, the atmosphere seemed to hum with unnatural energy. Strange incantations echoed through the air, the words unfamiliar, their power becoming obvious as time passed. He could feel the tremors in the air.
