Chapter 375 - Chapter 375: Chapter 355: The Festival Begins! The Songster Descends! (1/2)
Chapter 375: Chapter 355: The Festival Begins! The Songster Descends!
The night sky hung low, dense black clouds obscuring the many constellations while a fragmentary moon appeared intermittently between the clouds, casting mottled and shadowy light.
In an ancient, desolate ruin beneath the Cyart Royal Capital, the area was encircled by withered vines and twisted trees, the air filled with an indescribable scent of decay and malevolence.
Suddenly, a deep, prolonged horn sound sliced through the night sky, resembling a call from ancient times that awakened the dark forces slumbering beneath the earth.
With the echo of the horn, a group cloaked in gray robes, their faces shadowed by hoods, noiselessly gathered on this cursed land.
They marched in eerily uniform steps, holding various kinds of sacrifice in their hands.
Live creatures struggled and emitted cries of despair, gems that flashed an ominous glow, and scrolls engraved with ancient runes, each emanating a heart-palpitating evil energy.
In the center of the ancient desolate ruin stood an altar constructed of black boulders, atop which complex and twisted patterns were engraved, seemingly a portal to another evil world.
Before the altar, a figure clad in a white robe with an indistinct face and deathly pale hands like a corpse, the Wordless Elder, slowly emerged, clutching a staff embedded with a black gemstone.
A mass of black text appeared in mid-air, gradually distorting into form.
“In the name of Tranquility, sworn by darkness, we gather here to offer pure blood and souls, to summon that indescribable entity, grant us eternal peace after death!”
The Wordless Elder, serving as the main priest, uttered no sound physically; the gray-robed figures around him knelt, chanting old spells deep within their hearts.
As the chanting accelerated, the patterns on the altar began to slowly illuminate, and streams of black smoke rose from the ground, entwining around the altar and forming a vast and terrifying vortex.
The heart of the vortex seemed to harbor a terrifying presence slowly awakening, emitting a suffocating aura.
Many souls, including the former Cyart King, also shrieked and roared within the center of the vortex.
The evil sacrificial ritual thus commenced its prelude.
Nasir City.
People suddenly sensed an unprecedented wrongness in the air, a difficult-to-describe repression and trepidation pervading, much like dense black clouds silently looming in everyone’s heart’s deepest recesses, making them involuntarily stop what they were doing and look towards the distant horizon.
Inside a room, Byrne rose slowly, looking towards the distance.
“What’s happening…”
At this moment, not just the people in Nasir City.
Around the world, many Extraordinary Exponents sensed the anomaly; before long, not only the Exponents, but even ordinary people felt something was amiss.
Initially, people only sensed a subtle change, as if the nocturnal cold was sharper than usual, the twinkling of the stars now lacking their usual tranquility and peace, but as time passed, the strange feeling intensified into a clear and palpable evil fluctuation.
This evil fluctuation surged like an undercurrent, silently spreading through the air, carrying a chilling dread, as if countless invisible eyes were covertly watching this world. Everyone started to feel uneasy, as if a terrifying entity was approaching and they were powerless to escape.
Extraordinary Exponents at Monarch Level could even clearly feel the malevolence within this evil fluctuation, a deep sense of imminent danger looming within their minds as if a disaster was impending.
They conveyed their feelings to those around them.
“Something is happening in the East!”
“Such a strong scent of death, what exactly is happening?”
“A tranquility’s air…”
“Byrne, will you come to ask for my help?”
Meanwhile.
The capital of Lorne.
An aged man with a distinctive demeanor, the Pope of the Salvation Church, opened his eyes and muttered.
“Great Lord of Salvation, please bless us.”
“At this moment, humanity and many intelligent races are once again at a crossroads of life and death.”
“The shadow of an otherworldly god descends!”
He knew that a terrifying ritual was about to commence in the East, and no one could stop it now.
An extremely fearsome Evil God.
Was about to descend.
“Otherworldly god… Tranquility… Songster…”
“Fortunately, it’s not Him… Perhaps this is a blessing in disguise…”
The Pope narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“It’s Cyart; we must dispatch those below the level of Heavenly Enlightenment to Cyart.”
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As the spells continued to be chanted and the black smoke grew denser, the entire space beneath the Cyart Royal Capital seemed to be enveloped by an invisible layer of darkness.