The ritual blood sacrifice, the mixing of vital fluids in antediluvian observance, the prophesied alignments and auspices determining the exact pretence for the invocation to the appealed - the aeons have passed but the rites remain the same -

Our essences are drawn, collected, mixed, reduced down into the heavy oil used in the last ordinance, the point to which few manage to approach, and from which none so far have returned.

And yet without falter our faith remains impervious, the chosen few, keepers of the sacred knowledge.

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