Around her stood five figures, all dressed in long, white robes, their faces obscured by hoods. They were the leaders of a cult, their presence suffocating the air, as if they were about to perform some dark ritual. Bella, however, didn't seem particularly alarmed. Her head tilted lazily to one side as she surveyed the scene, the overwhelming calm in her demeanor almost out of place given the circumstances.
One of the leaders, a tall figure with a pale, gaunt face, stepped forward. His voice was low, reverberating through the chamber as he spoke with eerie reverence. "You are to be the sacrifice. Through your blood, we will summon the Demon King, who will rise once again and lead us to power."
