In a secret chamber beneath a certain residence, nearly thirty Yin Tower Believers, clad in black robes and exuding a strange aura, sat cross-legged in concentric circles.
Lotus lanterns hung from the ceiling of the secret chamber. Unlike the lanterns outside, however, these were entirely blood-red. It wasn't fire that burned within them, but rather orbs of crimson light.
Blood Food Power.
There were ninety-nine of these strange, crimson lotus lanterns in the secret chamber.
"One night, Tiezhu was stumbling home drunk. He knocked on a door for a good long while, but no one answered. Thinking it was odd, he squinted his drunken eyes and realized he was at the wrong house. The family of five who lived there had all died from a strange illness the year before. The neighbors had even helped with the burials."
One of the seated, black-robed figures spoke in a raspy, eerie voice. As the sound spread, the lotus lanterns above swayed slightly, their crimson light flickering.
