Siderius picked up a stick on the ground and dipped it into the surface of the water. It wasn't water, it was blood.
When he raised the wooden stick up, dense thick blood dripped from the wood surface.
"Blood should have coagulated by now. This blood is not normal." Siderius said.
Suddenly, the blood climbed upward of the stick and ate it.
Siderius threw the stick away. The wood was quickly corroded away without any left. The blood crawled on the ground like a living animal.
"Piryo!" Siderius aimed his hand at it and burned it to a crisp.
Whatever that thing was, it was not safe to let it roam free around the world. When Siderius looked back into the well, he could see a skull floating right under the thick blood surface. The one hundred families were all inside the well, smushed into a mixture used for some kind of demonic ritual.
Siderius realized this handiwork. He had seen many cases like this in his previous life.
"An Infernal Demon..." Siderius said.
