89 The sacrifice Part 2 (2/2)

Getting the signal from Cornel the drummers started to play fearsome a beat. They struck their drums hard creating claps of thunder with each hit. The crowd that gather felt each beat as the sound travelled through the air making them feel as if they were the ones being struck.

This prompted the crowd to convolse as if possessed by a demons, as their bodies shook so did their spirits. Desmond couldn't tell, but the drums synchronized the spirit of anyone who opened themselves up to the music. As the beating of the drums grew more intense the crowd of people started to chant word Desmond couldn't understand them meaning of.

The unified chanting created a strong gust of wind in the enclosed space. With the sound of the drums acting as the thunder and chanting symbolizing rushing waves, it was like a miniture storm was created inside the building.

Dirt was blown every were in the air as the thundering drums and booming voices of the people got even louder. As this was all going on Cornel was chanting a different fraze as he approached the chained up woman.

Cornel had his hand out grasping the womans chest while chanting a singular phrase repeatedly.

”Kali ma shakti de”

”Kali ma shakti de”

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Cornel didn't stop chanting that phrase even after he shoved his hand into the womans chest breaking his ribs as he pulled out her heart. Fresh blood flowed down Cornel's arm out of the heart that was still pumping it out blood like a fountain.

Cornel presented the heart to the crowd as he set it on fire, the woman was just barely still alive because Cornel kept her that way using one of the items in his possession. Signaling the same man who brought Cornel his rob, Cornel had him take the woman down. The woman that was once chained provided no resistance. She was in to much pain from her heart being ripped out all she could do was accept her fate as she was thrown into the blast furnace.

Her final screams were overshadowed by the powerful wind and booming voices of the crowd. It was almost like nature itself was trying to show how insignificant she was.

Seeing the womans chard heart crumble to dust in Cornel's hand immediately got Desmond to work on his escape. He aimed one of his fingers at the bar and used a small high pressure stream of air to cut his way to freedom.