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Tuesday watched the candles curiously as they cranes towards the center of the circle, and even more so as they changed intensities. Their magic was working and the focus of all their efforts- the central bonfire was starting to do... something. They couldn't really predict what the actual result of their ritual would be but hopefully whatever was forming there would give them answers or at least some good insight on the situation.

If they could keep the ritual going and not cause a disaster of some sort. Tuesday was actually really pleased at the humming orchestra of magic emanating from the stones. Anything that blocked out the crushing weight of silence was a good thing in her book.

Then the unseen force collided with their protective circle and the shudder could be felt throughout the clearing. Tuesday leapt into action as soon as the first candle was blown out. She ran over and, while still keeping up the chant, she quickly ran through the series of gestures required to cast new flames into the darkened candle.

By then the second candle had gone out too so she did it once more to try relighting that one too.
The combined effort of those two spells in such quick succession though began to take a toll almost immediately. She was already sweating and her breathing was getting heavy. Cami growled up at the sky and stayed close to Tuesday, ready to pounce on any foes that came close to her. The wolf was not loyal to anyone but Tuesday.

Well shit, apparently relighting the candles was a waste of time and power. Tuesday sighed and looked at the others, worry creeping onto her face. Taking in how slowly the figure was forming compared to how their candle timer was counting down made it pretty damn clear. There was no way they would get the information they sought before the timer ran out and... well if the shuddering against their protective barrier was any indication, it would be real bad.

"If we can't slow the timer then.... we have to put more power into this... i hope we can hold out," she called to the others before walking up closer to the fire. Memories from the last time she'd made a sacrifice involving a fire ritual flashing through her head. That time she'd lost her hand for it.

This time though she hoped blood would be enough to give the ritual enough extra power. She paused to kneel down and offer her hand towards Cami. "Do it," she commanded in a whisper. After a brief whine Cami complied and bit deeply into Tuesday's only hand. The metallic tinge of blood took to the air as she began bleeding fairly significantly.

Tuesday sent Cami a feeling of gratitude as she stepped even closer to the fire and began to fling her fresh blood into the flames. Reciting an incantation- and offering more of her magical power in addition to the blood in hopes that the ritual would be strengthened.

The goal was to return to stand upon the emergency teleport symbol after her offering but she wasn't sure how much she would have to give to make a difference. Or if it would even work at all.