No Context 3

M’chel stood in the circle of skulls chanting within a torrent of wind. Lightning flashed in wild forks, booming through the air.  With a final scream, the ritual reached a crescendo. With a sudden burst of silence, the wind died and the sky went black.

For long moments there was nothing then a single sound echoed. “Meep.”

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