C247 Midnight approach

Over a hundred people stood in front of the altar, holding their breaths and not daring to breathe. They raised their heads and looked at the vague blood moon through the thick foliage of the towering trees.

Midnight.

He had arrived. The blood moon was high in the sky.

The surroundings of the altar were completely silent, and from afar came howls of grief, like the howls of wolves