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The many have been assembled, now standing in the darkness, each between twin menhirs arranged in a large circle.
What personal motives they had, were long irrelevant now.
Within the cromlech was only darkness.
The night was without a moon, without the stars, without a witness to behold its sight.
Something cut through flesh, and a goat's wailing had gone silent.
...
A candle grew bright as a young maiden in the centre waved her hand from the flame, lit seemingly out of nothing. Her face was of otherworldly beauty, gazing blankly ahead before turning her attention towards the altar behind her.
Blood from the perished goat stained the side of the stone, dripping towards the ground. From there, the cutter witch turned around, walking towards the light of the bright candle.
Her eyes flickered red like those of a woodland beast when met in the shine.
"Apologies for the gloom, but none shall witness us in this act." The witch murmured while in her grip, holding a chalice filled with blood. She touched its edge with her forehead before lifting it in the air.
The moon slowly uncovered from behind thick clouds, Pneria was a week before turning full.
She lowered the chalice and took the arthama off her belt. The vile blade was wawed and black, glistening in the moonlight.
"Come," She beckoned.