Technology is the greatest nemesis of the Evil Sacrifice or secrecy, and this statement is equally valid in reverse.
The Master of Ceremonies slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his pupils had returned to their normal black and white color.
He bit off the remaining half of the popsicle in his mouth and said in a sinister tone:
"Evil Sacrifice can deceive technology, but Evil Sacrifice does not deceive Evil Sacrifice."
The communication channel was dead silent, with only the faint crackle of static echoing back.
Red Dragonfly's tongue gently flicked, rolling the straw into her mouth.
In the next second, under the surprised gaze of the onlookers around, she spat the straw back out, now coated with her saliva and glistening eerily in the sunlight.
The Wild Beast's breath grew heavy, and the manhole cover under his feet cracked silently.
He quickly withdrew his strength, moving his leg aside, as the rats beneath the cover let out terrified squeals.
