CALLIBRA: THE CURSED EYE OF ARAK

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

C A S T L E O F I V Á D I A

Nika pushed the double wooden door inwards — opening an entrance into the ceremonial hall.

Her bare feet left the warmth of the morning sun, which the sands on which she walked barefooted to this place had basked in. She was not allowed to put on foot wear as it was a compulsory part of the ritual. She took a few steps into the hall and her feet told her how cold the floor was. . .

Her sisters resumed singing in the ancient dialect in which their spells were written. Everyone of them sang in a cold, slow, and high-pitched voice as she walked slowly—looking directly at the pool filled with vulture blood.

Walking down the long straight path which passed through the centre of the hall, parting the people in the hall into two sides.

Her sisters, who were standing on the region on the right side of the route — on her right, were dressed in red gown, and the ones on left were dressed in black gowns. She strolled down the entrance, which ran