The small knife, carved from black bone, lightly grazed the rough bark, leaving inconspicuous patterns on these lush, towering trees, before blood was smeared upon them, infusing them with the power of spirit and blood. The blood was applied three times to each marking, in this repetitive cycle...
Richard was performing the ritual incantations from memory, using the bone knife in his hand to carve runes symbolizing abyssal power on forest tree trunks, and then smearing his own blood onto the runes. Subsequently, he looked up to see Dumon doing the same nearby.
He walked over as if to greet the other.
"These symbols are weak on their own," Dumon said as he saw Richard approaching, speaking offhandedly, "but if we have enough of them, they will have a significant impact on Silantis."
"It's still not enough... Far from enough..." Richard muttered indistinctly, his fingers idly twirling the bone knife in his hand.