Leaving the safety of their bunker had become a frequent as of lately, for it if wasn’t hunting and gathering supplies, some of the kids-- including Ray, would travel towards the large rock formation they’d found just a couple nights back. A few leads were found, and they figured they could try testing out their luck with the ritual.
Circled around a little vase full of water, the ravenette dropped a couples vida flowers with their stems into the liquid before looking at his companions. A short nod of approval, he and his friend Emma had carved a cut big enough in both their palms for the blood to drip down into the liquid.
--- they waited. Yet, nothing.
Disappointed, Ray’s brows furrowed as he tried to assess what was wrong with the ritual. Just mere seconds later though, and the ground below them began to rumble. Was it a demon? Did they smell the blood? Quickly, he got into a defensive position just as a body fell from above and landed a little ways away from the kids. The teen moved enough to get in a stance that placed himself between the other kids as those armed backed him up.