"Duke? Duke?"
The emaciated Margas knelt in a frenzy at the edge of the magic array, gently shaking the dazed Sigmund at the center, whose mouth was even drooling, internally praying madly that the Duke wouldn't completely break down.
"It shouldn't be happening!"
Margas looked around; the magic array was littered with corpses, the crimson blood and gray brain matter nearly soaking every rune. Yet, three sacrifices still survived.
It wasn't out of conscience; it was because the sacrifices were depleting too swiftly. To be safe, Margas had slightly prematurely halted the ritual to avoid accidentally exposing Sigmund to the Abyss.
But now it seemed...
"Could it be a mutual destruction?"
Just when Margas thought he encountered the worst situation, the dazed Sigmund suddenly jerked his head up and roared with all his might:
"1+1=3!"
It's over! His mind's truly broken! Margas's heart instantly sank into a bottomless abyss.
