Isolde went to the Grimmoir and flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. She took out the white cancles, for with evil, one must draw on purity to overcome it. With a bit of a shove, she moved the dining room table off the oval rug and flipped that rug back to reveal a pentagram etched into the floor.<br/><br/>Once candle for each point of the star, Isolde lit four and stepped out to retrieve the salt, which she poured over the door and window openings, then around the star. She stepped inside, lit the last candle and began the ritual.<br/><br/>"Evil carried on the wind<br/>Hell's desire is your friend<br/>Show yourself in time and place<br/>be defeated now to your disgrace."<br/><br/>She chanted this three times and a strange wind began to blow. Her hair stood out from her face with the force and violence of the wind. With a loud clatter, her windows all blew open with a resounding bang. All that could be heard was the pitter patter of rain.