Nathaniel snapped his fingers and the lights in the large (but so far unused) section of the infirmary went dark. A moment later, the nearly two dozen candles strategically placed across the room ignited in unison. Illuminated in the orange glow was the small group of individuals he'd chosen to assist him with his undertaking. His queen, her warriors two, the aptly named Magik, and the members of the medical staff Eva had chosen to included. The only person absent was their guest of honor, though Nate could sense his presence was near.
A large pentagram with accompanying glyphs was painted across the floor, with a slight copper scent still fresh in the air. Within the center pentagon of the symbol sat a medical bed ready for Ronan's form. Nate gestured toward each of the five points of the star, "each of us will need to be positioned in these triangles. Caltrops stood within the spot closest to the head of the bed and waited as the Natives and the Russian took their spots. "When the ritual begins, simply remember how I instructed you..." The adviser reminded the group when he heard the door behind him.
"Fuck." Ronan muttered under his breath, surprisingly not phased by the ominous sights before him. The Irishman entered the room, determined to follow his plan through. Wherever the ghoul had promised to send him would be a relief compared to the world he'd made for himself here, inside his own mind. At least the group of people who'd joined Caltrops wasn't terrible.
Mars put on his bravest face, because he couldn't have forgiven himself if Troy had seen him scared, and he moved closest to Eva. "What's a nice queen like you doing in a shady place like this?" Ronan asked her playfully, though his eyes were still more focused on the symbols and bed in the center of the room.