We raced down the street as fast as we could, though I had no idea where to go, only hoping that Elvira, who seemed rather determined and purposeful, did. She was leading us towards the O’ Dubghall woods, which explained why I did not know about the spires. Druid’s don’t usually appreciate Necromancer’s poking around their forests.

As the moon grew closer to the sun, the dense woods got darker and darker, adding a growing sense of dread into our urgency. Then the imps attacked us.

Yeah things were not going great.

The first one popped out from behind a tree, with a sharpened stick, lunging for Elvira. She quickly drew a sigil, and the air chilled as a spike of ice shot through it, sending it exploding into dust. “She must have summoned some minor minions to keep us busy!” She shouted, stepping over the ash pile.

Experimentally, I spread out my aura to see what laid bare within the earth, and touched bone. “Well two can play at that game!” I shout, drawing a sigil with my staff into the soil, before tapping it with the end, sending the sigil sparking to life. Four sets of animal bones, three wolves and a bear, cracked from the surface in front of us, ready to face off against my enemies.

The O’ Dubghalls weren’t going to be happy, but that’d be a problem for future Isaac.

As four more imps appeared, the bear reared up, and struck with mighty force, sending two of them spiraling into trees to their death. Or whatever happens to imps when they burst to ash, I should probably know what that is.

Meanwhile, two of the wolves lunged, sinking their jaws into the throats of the imps, and violently flailing them back and forth before they as well turned to ash.

This would be insanely grouseome if they weren’t turning to ash. I was mildly mortified, to be honest.

Elvira pressed forward, and I followed, sending the animated skeletons off in front to battle any imps that appeared. And boy did Morticia summon a lot of imps, luckily however they are relatively easy to dispatch with the skeletons, and Elvira's lightning.

We reached a break in the woods that opened to a downward hill that almost made a bowl within the forest, at the base of which was a circle of towering onyx spikes jutting out of the ground like menacing jagged fingers.

At it’s center was a figure I assumed was Morticia, casting a great number of sigils, as lightning sparked across the spires, shooting off towards the eclipsing son. “It’s already begun.” I pointed upwards with my staff. “We have to move quickly!”

And, as we darted down, I could have sworn I felt eyes from the woods upon me, though when I turned, there was nothing. Shaking my head, I focused on the task at hand, as we approached Morticia Blair, and her dark ritual.