'What sort of ritual is this?' Cedric questioned as the boy fully turned to the demonic-looking being.
The little child seemed to be in a lot of pain and had fallen to the ground, writhing and screaming in agony. Saliva dripped out of his mouth and even his gray eyes bled until the irises turned crimson.
Creak.
The heavy sword dragged along the floor, screeching against the stone as the bulky man closed the distance to the first child, who had flowers coming out of her mouth.
Then, in a voice that was almost inhuman, he spoke in a foreign language.
Confused and curious, Cedric leaned closer and asked, 'What is he saying, Aika?'~
It was silent for a few hesitant seconds, and then Aika's voice echoed, 'I think he said three failed and one passed, though the one who passed is still far from being perfect.'~~
'One passed? So the criterion for passing whatever this is… is turning into a demon?' Cedric muttered under his breath.
