Chapter 215 The Ritual Begins Part 2

• Aurora’s P.O.V
• Lucas's voice rose in a low, guttural chant, each word curling in the air like tendrils of dark energy, wrapping themselves around the room. Then Harmona joined him, her voice softer but no less potent. She lifted the colander high, and the thick crimson liquid sloshed within it, reflecting the dim light with an ominous sheen. The sight of my own blood swirling in that vessel sent a fresh wave of dread rolling through me, but the real horror was the sun—partially eclipsed, casting long, eerie shadows that flickered along the walls like ghosts waiting to pounce.
• A sudden pull tore through me, like invisible fingers digging into my skin, sinking deeper and deeper until I felt something vital being siphoned away. My breath hitched. No, no, no. I fought to hold onto whatever it was being taken from me, but it was slipping too fast, a relentless tide pulling me under. My knees trembled. The room tilted and spun, and then—