“I summon now you spirits of the Keepers before me, be present for my finally mission.”
A mighty gush of wind entered from the four corners of the room that had no windows. Grace walked over to the single white stool in the middle of the room and placed the diamonds and string on it. She took a meddle and threaded the string through it as she knelt down.
“Phasmatos, Ek pininenefrce liertu forces life take lierekpi offering. Ek finally scarifice, Ek am old. Yooialisotu all zefrnira power.” Grace began chanting as the sound of whispered voices jointed in. Grace pricked her finger with the needle, allowing her blood to touch each diamond as she threaded the now bloody red string through them individually.
“May the gods accept my sacrifice.” She began to cough as blood ran down nostril, she
