The ritual had already reached its climax. At the center of the raised platform, Aria and Harith lay entangled.
Harith was completely wasted and seemed unconscious. Aria, on the other hand, was gathering her breath, her chest rising and falling as she collapsed onto him. The same sight was mirrored throughout the cavern—villagers laid across the ground, their bodies drained and trembling.
The air was heavy with the sound of gasping breaths.
Just then, Julian and Dakota's time together was abruptly interrupted by a sudden chill that crept down their spines.
Julian's gaze shifted to the raised platform, locking onto Amir, or rather, the new entity that he had turned into. It seemed there was no longer any trace of Amir, only the dark shadow that had overtaken him.
"What is he doing?" Julian muttered, his cock stilling inside her as the cold aura intensified around them.