Apart from Bruto's suggestion, Lancelot couldn't think of any better solution. He untied the string of skulls he brought with him and one by one placed them on the black crystal altar.
The top of the altar was large enough for him to pile up the skulls into a small heap. Lancelot placed nine, but when he was about to place the tenth, he suddenly stopped his motion, and he looked around uneasily, as if he suspected someone was secretly watching them.
Everyone was confused by Lancelot's strange behavior. If there were enemies, he should have directly warned them, right? Perhaps it was something else that made the human knight feel threatened?
"What's wrong?" Bruto immediately asked, "Is anything amiss?"
"My intuition is telling me not to continue..." Lancelot said with an odd expression, looking down at the skull he was holding in his hand, "You know, my intuition is always accurate."
"Could it be because of this skull?" Bruto leaned in closer, "You mean it's not entirely dead?"
