No. But something is definitely happening

Brian looks at you with alarm, silently mouthing "Fire?" You shake your head and put a reassuring hand on his arm, nodding to the scene below. You catch a whiff of a faint fruity aroma, and feel a humid moisture on your skin as the 'smoke' reaches you.

"Movie fog," you whisper. "No fire."

He nods, uncertainly, turning his attention back to the developing scene below. Mother Salus gestures to Chanel's prone body, and four robed Sisters step forward and bind her to the altar, parting her thighs to expose her fully. Chanel whimpers but makes no other protest, her face slack and unfocused. As they step back they seem to sway as if they're having difficulty with their balance.

Mother Minerva steps to the front of the dais, throwing her hood back to show the alabaster mask she wears. She points at Chanel's bound body then raises her arms in supplication.

"It is the Time of Summoning!" she intones.

"The Summoning!" answer the Sisters in unison.

"To Whom Belongs this Flesh?"

"He Who Will Come."

"What Shall He Do?"

"Take What Is His."

"How Shall He Travel?"

"By Scale and Claw."

"What Shall We Give Him?

"All That We Have."

"What is He Called?"

"Lacerta Rex!" the final response was an almost exultant shriek as Chanel writhed on the altar. Silence fell as the fog thickened, the candles lighting the eerie scene.

And then you heard it. The sound of clicking, like claws tapping on tile. And a susurrating sound, like dry leaves blowing.

Or scales dragging over stone.