[Flames spring up from the corpses and as they burn, they begin to burn brighter and brighter. The last tethers of this ancient spell are being released, and as the flames turn blue, a small shockwave echoes out from the center of the pillar, rippling through each of the witches.
Somewhere, miles away, the brand on Damian Jericho's arm lifts.
For the coven in question, the liminal space they've been working in starts to disintegrate around them. There's a bright flash of light, and they find themselves back in the middle of the courthouse, the sun already up, and a pair of confused, historical re-enacters staring up at them.
"Uh ... I don't think you're supposed to be here."]
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Somewhere, miles away, the brand on Damian Jericho's arm lifts.
For the coven in question, the liminal space they've been working in starts to disintegrate around them. There's a bright flash of light, and they find themselves back in the middle of the courthouse, the sun already up, and a pair of confused, historical re-enacters staring up at them.
"Uh ... I don't think you're supposed to be here."]