The Elderien Chronicles

The Tyrin Sect

Damek took a deep breath as he inhaled the smoke from the sage he was burning. His eyes rolled to the top of his eyes, the energy from the smoke filling him with its essence.

One of the sorcerers standing there walked towards him, his bare feet slapping the ground as he picked up another large sage and lit it on fire. The sage burned, bringing out smoke that Damek quickly inhaled.

"Master, shall we bring in the blood?"

The same sorcerer asked him. Damek could barely remember his name, not in that state anyway. He raised his hand and gestured for them to bring it inside the dark cave they were in. The only source of light in the cave were tiny candles which lit up the other part of the cave where bones, sages, and charms were located.

But for where Damek knelt, there was only darkness.

Damek coughed, and a soft growl escaped his lips. He turned around as the sorcerers brought in the blood inside a bowl and placed it before him. He crawled towards the bowl and in the next moment, dug hi