On the Other Side...
The Scout led the group in silence.
Bob, glancing around nervously, asked, "Where are you taking us?"
The Scout didn't respond right away. A few tense seconds passed before he finally said,
"We found a ritual altar. I'm taking you there."
He added with a half-smile,
"We need as many minds as we can get. At least one idea might work, right?"
The group exchanged uneasy glances but nodded. They continued walking.
After several minutes, they arrived. The altar was small, barely a meter across, but ominous in its stillness.
The Old Guide stepped forward to examine it.
But before the others could join him, the Scout summoned a dagger and thrust it into the Guide's neck.
Gasps erupted.
Blood gurgled as the Guide collapsed. The Scout didn't stop. He lifted the old man's body and placed it on the altar like an offering.
The group staggered back in shock, eyes wide, breaths shallow.
Bob's voice cracked. "W-Why...?"
