Dustin walked toward the altar, ignoring the intense dark energy emanating from it. He bent down to pick up the bronze waist token. His fingers traced the strange pattern etched into its surface, his eyes glinting with cold detachment.

"This wasn't done by a single group," he said. "Judging from the age of the bloodstains and the style of the items left behind, at least three different factions have performed blood rituals here over the past few decades."

He then moved to a relatively intact c