The devil spawns reached the obelisks one after another.
The moment their grotesque bodies touched the ancient structures, they began to dissolve. Their flesh spread across the stone like a living mass.
Black and crimson veins crawled over the surfaces, swallowing the runes one by one.
The obelisks began to pulse. Their ancient stone bodies softened and twisted, transforming into dark red flesh. The runes sank beneath the flesh's surface, disappearing as though they had never existed.
Soon, the seven obelisks no longer resembled stone structures. They had become seven enormous pillars of flesh, throbbing with an aura of immeasurable evil and malice.
Beneath them, the shadowy creature shuddered in joy and ecstasy. Its body trembled uncontrollably as it continued weaving hand seals. Its movements grew faster, more frantic, yet each seal was executed with precision. The final ritual continued.
In the distance, Henry Caldwell watched everything patiently.
