The stench of dark magic was so strong that Ghost Rider, even without a nose, could smell it. Could Vesper detect it? Few humans were so mystically inclined.

Vesper entered and Ghost Rider followed behind him, holding out a hand to steady the other vigilante.

The cultists were in the middle of a ritual.

"Sinners, all! Surrender and be judged!"

The Rider's chain appeared in his hand and he slung it in the direction of a culist, attempting to yank them from the circle and disrupt their ritual.