Esma’s pov
“Hope this will work.” I prayed silently as lighting the final candle. My hands were literally trembling, my instincts were telling me to stop right there before it’s too late. Or maybe it’s already too late.
I formed a circle with the salt large enough for me to sit inside with other things. There were total three circles. I was sitting inside the middle and speciously the largest one.
I traced my finger along on the ground making the outline of a star and covered it with salt, lighting another candle in the middle of it.
Here, now the main work starts.
I opened the drawer and picked up the knife. Old school. I have already prepared the altar and all things but my fingers were quivering mess. I asked one of the warriors of Dumeny to fetch me the necessary items. After the
