Light bathed the ruins as the full moon beamed down from above. Behind it, other celestial bodies were aligning.
Below, the cultists were in a tizzy trying to find the ceremonial dagger. All the sacred wine and candles were rotten and also needed replacing.
The maiden tested her bonds again - still firmly tied to the sacrificial alter, "Maybe... these are signs that an offering isn't required this century?"
Begrudgingly, she was released.