Chapter 161. Masked Figures

CAIVAN

A flash of light in the corner of my vision caught my attention, and I paused, turning around in confusion. In the middle of the woods stood a firelit circle. A large wooden cross with crosses hanging from its top rose up high, its rays of white flickering onto the surrounding vegetation.

My heart hammered as I crept closer to the circle, my breathing growing shallow as I studied my surroundings. At the center of the clearing, an ancient altar stood, surrounded by a circle of crude stones. Its surface bore countless runes, symbols, signs, and images, making the room appear much larger than its dimensions suggested.

Terrified as I was, curiosity compelled me to approach the sacred enclosure. I inched closer until I reached its edge and found a stone tablet with strange writing inscribed upon its face. I traced the words with my finger, reading each word aloud in silence.

‘An angel with wings of purest white stands upon the altar. An arrow flies from her