THE AURA OF DEATH

A huge gust of wind swept out from the staff, banging all doors and windows in the ballroom shut.

Screams of panic arose in the ballroom as all possible ways of escape had been destroyed.

Most people were already regretting attending the municipal ball, blaming everyone around them.

A black thunder clap scattered in the air, followed by a strange hum, which was coming from the staff.

An ancient voice was speaking and making incantations in an unknown language, which was definitely not of this world, making cold sweat run down the body of the guests hanging around.

Even those from the Winthrop family weren't spared from having a heart attack, out of profound distress.

As they were still trying to come to terms with the voice speaking in the staff, a spiritual music began to play from the staff, singing in a language unknown. There was only one thing everyone in the ballroom could see at that moment; death, countless deaths.

“The abracadabra show was well choreographed and prepared. But