The spectral tendril of light pulsed from Sela's hand, illuminating the scattered bones within the stainless steel tray. The sterile scent of disinfectant mingled with the faint odor of decay, a grim combination she’d grown accustomed to.
“The arrangement is deliberate,” she murmured, her gaze fixed on the skeletal remains. Detective Miller leaned against a nearby counter, arms crossed. “So it's not just a random pile of bones then?”
Sela ignored him, focusing on the subtle energy patterns radiating from the skeleton. "He wasn’t trying to raise this individual,” she stated, her voice low and measured. “He was using them as a conduit.” The spectral tendril intensified, revealing fragmented images, a complex ritual circle etched into stone, pulsing with dark energy. “A vessel for something… else."