The unique Flamebinding of the Crimson Flame Cult burned across Shiloh's chest. The bloody seal glowed faintly against her pale skin.

In just a few days, Shiloh looked younger still. Though Andrew knew it was her, her features had shifted. She appeared a few years younger, looking barely 18 now.

"Mr. McDaniel Senior, you've arrived. Now we can begin our ceremony!" the hoarse voice rasped from beneath a rough hood.

Next to the stone platform where Shiloh lay, a tall, thin figure stood with