Malcolm slowly walked into the clearing and sat down on the largest of the rock formations, which was encircled by smaller rock outcroppings. It had been several hundred years since he last visited this holy site and he wasn’t sure what kind of reception he would receive in these modern times.

A deep fog descended upon the clearing, so deep that Malcolm could barely see the hand that he held up in front of his face, which vexed him, as he didn’t have time to waste. But as the fog began to dissolve, Malcolm could see visages of the five summoned spirits hovering over each of the outcroppings.

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