There was a drawing of a huge array about a hundred meters across on barren open ground. There were plenty of stars shining in the sky above. But the array itself didn't need any starlight to make its presence known. That's because the runic inscriptions it was made of were exuding a distinct milky white light.
A middle-aged man was sitting atop a platform made of the inscribed stone, which was placed over the array eye. He had his eyes closed and was seen regulating his breathing in a particular pattern.
The man wasn't alone in his surroundings though. An older man in his 50s and a young woman waited outside the array for the ranker sitting atop the runic stone platform to finish his work.
"How long is this going to take, Cybill? We've been here for a few days now."
Cybill seemed to have been irked by the man-in-his-50s' comment. She looked at him annoyingly before replying:
