Natsuno resists the urge to film the ritual. There's something ridiculously dramatic about all these necromancers slicing their palms. It's also disgustingly appetizing.

His raises his eyebrows when the lights flicker, but just like in Camp Aion, nothing happens. Natsuno clears his throat and remarks politely:

"When my friends failed a seance, it was because someone more powerful was binding the spirits."

He has no idea if it applies here as well, but maybe he can use some of his Serena Eterna knowledge to help.