Chapter 575: The Ritual
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Chapter 575 The Ritual
As Vale and his companions left the Vampire's castle, a ritual in a distant land had started. n0velb1n
In the northern part of the Millton Kingdom, a large gathering of hundreds of people dressed in black robes could be spotted chanting in an ancient language.
They stood in orderly rows in front of a towering stone statue that bore a striking resemblance to a demonic figure.
For nearly an hour, they chanted prayers and offered up valuable materials, the worth of which could easily exceed a million zen.
Soon, they reached the end of their prayer.
"Oh, mighty one, from the depths of the unknown, we implore you to grace us with your presence. Bring forth your wisdom and power, and bestow upon us the gifts of chaos. We offer our sacrifices as a testament to our allegiance. Hear our call and manifest before us!"
Following the conclusion of their intense prayer, the members of the cult dressed in black robes simultaneously collapsed to the ground, creating an eerie and foreboding atmosphere.
Sometime after this, otherworldly energy began to permeate the surroundings, signaling the imminent arrival of the mysterious entity they had been invoking.
Not far from this unsettling scene, another group of individuals, also garbed in black robes adorned with a goat's head symbol, gazed at the stone statue with intense anticipation.
After a few moments, a monumental crack in the fabric of space materialized beneath the statue, and a multitude of entities emerged.
These otherworldly beings seemed human, except for the prominent presence of horns upon their heads.
"They're here..." One of them muttered as they observed the individuals.
They soon glanced at each other as they silently agreed to welcome them.
***
At the forefront of the group of entities that had just arrived, one figure stood out with two black horns adorning his head and fiery red hair.
He had striking white skin, handsome visage, and discernible fangs that added to his enigmatic presence. Clad in a robe that exuded an aura of demonic power, he surveyed the collapsed individuals in black robes with a bemused expression.
Her Arcanist Robe draped gracefully around her, bearing the symbols of her station as a custodian of Ancient Knowledge and Guardian of Lost Arcane Arts.
'Mhmm?'
Odessa furrowed her brows as she felt something off about the Core's pulsation of energy.
Her Arcane Tower served not only as a center for learning and honing magical skills but also as a vital shield safeguarding the surroundings of the capital.
Any reaction from the Core could be related to their safety.
Suddenly, the aura it was emitting started getting stronger.
The Tower's Core underwent a brief and unsettling upheaval.
"What's going on? Why are you reacting like that if we're not under attack..." Odessa was confused, as such anomalous behavior from the Core typically signified the detection of a looming ominous threat.
However, the disturbance didn't last long, as if it was nothing more than a momentary malfunction.
Of course, Odessa wouldn't leave it at that.
She was perturbed by this unusual occurrence, so she swiftly sought the counsel of the Tower's Seers to unravel the mystery.
After a consultation with the Seer, a chilling prophecy was revealed to her...
"The realm that was long sealed, shall soon yawn open, unleashing a tide of unrelenting chaos that shall engulf the entire continent. From the depths of darkness, ancient powers shall rise, casting the realm into an era of turmoil and strife. The balance of magic and the fates of all shall be put to the ultimate test in a cataclysmic struggle for dominion."
***
As Odessa unearthed this foreboding menace, a multitude of eminent Arcanists across the continent had also come to the same alarming realization.
The venerable heads of the Twelve Arcane Paths, the esteemed leaders of the Orthodox Churches, the influential figures governing the Arcanist Guilds, and the sensible guardians of the Arcane Bureau all became acutely aware that the facade of tranquility was on the brink of shattering.
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Chapter 575 The Ritual
As Vale and his companions left the Vampire's castle, a ritual in a distant land had started. n0velb1n
In the northern part of the Millton Kingdom, a large gathering of hundreds of people dressed in black robes could be spotted chanting in an ancient language.
They stood in orderly rows in front of a towering stone statue that bore a striking resemblance to a demonic figure.
For nearly an hour, they chanted prayers and offered up valuable materials, the worth of which could easily exceed a million zen.
Soon, they reached the end of their prayer.
"Oh, mighty one, from the depths of the unknown, we implore you to grace us with your presence. Bring forth your wisdom and power, and bestow upon us the gifts of chaos. We offer our sacrifices as a testament to our allegiance. Hear our call and manifest before us!"
Following the conclusion of their intense prayer, the members of the cult dressed in black robes simultaneously collapsed to the ground, creating an eerie and foreboding atmosphere.
Sometime after this, otherworldly energy began to permeate the surroundings, signaling the imminent arrival of the mysterious entity they had been invoking.
Not far from this unsettling scene, another group of individuals, also garbed in black robes adorned with a goat's head symbol, gazed at the stone statue with intense anticipation.
After a few moments, a monumental crack in the fabric of space materialized beneath the statue, and a multitude of entities emerged.
These otherworldly beings seemed human, except for the prominent presence of horns upon their heads.
"They're here..." One of them muttered as they observed the individuals.
They soon glanced at each other as they silently agreed to welcome them.
***
At the forefront of the group of entities that had just arrived, one figure stood out with two black horns adorning his head and fiery red hair.
He had striking white skin, handsome visage, and discernible fangs that added to his enigmatic presence. Clad in a robe that exuded an aura of demonic power, he surveyed the collapsed individuals in black robes with a bemused expression.
Her Arcanist Robe draped gracefully around her, bearing the symbols of her station as a custodian of Ancient Knowledge and Guardian of Lost Arcane Arts.
'Mhmm?'
Odessa furrowed her brows as she felt something off about the Core's pulsation of energy.
Her Arcane Tower served not only as a center for learning and honing magical skills but also as a vital shield safeguarding the surroundings of the capital.
Any reaction from the Core could be related to their safety.
Suddenly, the aura it was emitting started getting stronger.
The Tower's Core underwent a brief and unsettling upheaval.
"What's going on? Why are you reacting like that if we're not under attack..." Odessa was confused, as such anomalous behavior from the Core typically signified the detection of a looming ominous threat.
However, the disturbance didn't last long, as if it was nothing more than a momentary malfunction.
Of course, Odessa wouldn't leave it at that.
She was perturbed by this unusual occurrence, so she swiftly sought the counsel of the Tower's Seers to unravel the mystery.
After a consultation with the Seer, a chilling prophecy was revealed to her...
"The realm that was long sealed, shall soon yawn open, unleashing a tide of unrelenting chaos that shall engulf the entire continent. From the depths of darkness, ancient powers shall rise, casting the realm into an era of turmoil and strife. The balance of magic and the fates of all shall be put to the ultimate test in a cataclysmic struggle for dominion."
***
As Odessa unearthed this foreboding menace, a multitude of eminent Arcanists across the continent had also come to the same alarming realization.
The venerable heads of the Twelve Arcane Paths, the esteemed leaders of the Orthodox Churches, the influential figures governing the Arcanist Guilds, and the sensible guardians of the Arcane Bureau all became acutely aware that the facade of tranquility was on the brink of shattering.
Chapter 575 The RitualAs Vale and his companions left the Vampire's castle, a ritual in a distant land had started. n0velb1nIn the northern part of the Millton Kingdom, a large gathering of hundreds of people dressed in black robes could be spotted chanting in an ancient language.They stood in orderly rows in front of a towering stone statue that bore a striking resemblance to a demonic figure.For nearly an hour, they chanted prayers and offered up valuable materials, the worth of which could easily exceed a million zen.Soon, they reached the end of their prayer."Oh, mighty one, from the depths of the unknown, we implore you to grace us with your presence. Bring forth your wisdom and power, and bestow upon us the gifts of chaos. We offer our sacrifices as a testament to our allegiance. Hear our call and manifest before us!"Following the conclusion of their intense prayer, the members of the cult dressed in black robes simultaneously collapsed to the ground, creating an eerie and foreboding atmosphere.Sometime after this, otherworldly energy began to permeate the surroundings, signaling the imminent arrival of the mysterious entity they had been invoking.Not far from this unsettling scene, another group of individuals, also garbed in black robes adorned with a goat's head symbol, gazed at the stone statue with intense anticipation.After a few moments, a monumental crack in the fabric of space materialized beneath the statue, and a multitude of entities emerged.These otherworldly beings seemed human, except for the prominent presence of horns upon their heads."They're here..." One of them muttered as they observed the individuals.They soon glanced at each other as they silently agreed to welcome them.***At the forefront of the group of entities that had just arrived, one figure stood out with two black horns adorning his head and fiery red hair.He had striking white skin, handsome visage, and discernible fangs that added to his enigmatic presence. Clad in a robe that exuded an aura of demonic power, he surveyed the collapsed individuals in black robes with a bemused expression.Her Arcanist Robe draped gracefully around her, bearing the symbols of her station as a custodian of Ancient Knowledge and Guardian of Lost Arcane Arts.'Mhmm?'Odessa furrowed her brows as she felt something off about the Core's pulsation of energy.Her Arcane Tower served not only as a center for learning and honing magical skills but also as a vital shield safeguarding the surroundings of the capital.Any reaction from the Core could be related to their safety.Suddenly, the aura it was emitting started getting stronger.The Tower's Core underwent a brief and unsettling upheaval."What's going on? Why are you reacting like that if we're not under attack..." Odessa was confused, as such anomalous behavior from the Core typically signified the detection of a looming ominous threat.However, the disturbance didn't last long, as if it was nothing more than a momentary malfunction.Of course, Odessa wouldn't leave it at that.She was perturbed by this unusual occurrence, so she swiftly sought the counsel of the Tower's Seers to unravel the mystery.After a consultation with the Seer, a chilling prophecy was revealed to her..."The realm that was long sealed, shall soon yawn open, unleashing a tide of unrelenting chaos that shall engulf the entire continent. From the depths of darkness, ancient powers shall rise, casting the realm into an era of turmoil and strife. The balance of magic and the fates of all shall be put to the ultimate test in a cataclysmic struggle for dominion."***As Odessa unearthed this foreboding menace, a multitude of eminent Arcanists across the continent had also come to the same alarming realization.The venerable heads of the Twelve Arcane Paths, the esteemed leaders of the Orthodox Churches, the influential figures governing the Arcanist Guilds, and the sensible guardians of the Arcane Bureau all became acutely aware that the facade of tranquility was on the brink of shattering.
