The sun hadn't quite set yet, but the air was already cooling down. Overhead, the blue sky was gradually fading into a light shade of orange. A gentle breeze sent soft ripples through the sweet-scented grass, making the world seem a lot more peaceful than it actually was.
They had found a nice little grassy hillside right in the middle of nowhere that they could ruin. The whole group was milling about, getting everything set up for the destruction spell they were about to use. Lucy and Hephzibah had spread a wide sheet of fabric down over the grass to act as the canvas for the main magic circle. Bentley and Atticus were busy painting the lines with their own blood. Xander was marching up and down the hill setting up additional containment flags, brooding as always.