The Children of Vruhunity have been feared by the locals for generations.

There’s no finding them, nothing they can do but accept that there’s a cult living among them. It's a running joke within their ranks at how nervous the townsfolk get when the full moon comes around. It's amusing, seeing how they all squirm, not knowing that the very cult they are so afraid of is sitting amongst their ranks.

Every full moon, another person goes missing; someone of virtue. This town has so many horrors, this is the least of their worries, and yet... how squirmy they get when that time of the month has come.

This time, it’s the child of a local priest, someone of virtue to sacrifice to the Dark Lord. Except when you get there, and nothing happens, it's clear that you aren’t sacrifice worthy.

Riftan curses under his breath as he shoots you a glare. What is it that has the Dark Lord rejecting you? Zade made sure you met all of the requirements. Damn, and Rafe already documented you as a sacrifice too...

"What should we do now?" Raphael asks, looking to Riftan for guidance.