Wisps of black mist emerged from all around, and a heart-palpitating pressure descended from above.
The wind and muffled thunder beyond the windows seemed to have been completely swallowed up, leaving the entire church deathly silent.
All the cultists stared blankly at the scene before them, unable to recover from the sudden upheaval.
High Priest Tasenk abruptly raised his head and stared fixedly at the altar ahead, which radiated a dim red glow.
His wrinkled, aged face was filled with astonishment, and disbelief showed in his deeply sunken eye sockets.
The great immortal being, the Lord of Black Mist, had actually answered their prayers.
Over the years, the Black Mist Divine Cult had conducted many summoning rituals.
In their eyes, the so-called Ninth Calamity was nothing more than this.
As humble believers of a god, all they needed to do was offer up their most sincere faith.
"Great Lord of Black Mist, we welcome Your descent!"
Tasenk knelt in worship, his words filled with fervor and a trace of nearly imperceptible fear.
It was like a fanatic seeing the true god they worshiped descend into the world.
Whispered murmurs arose from the black-robed cultists.
Naturally, not everyone in the Black Mist Divine Cult fully believed in the existence of the Lord of Black Mist.
More often than not, they were driven by profit.
This prayer ritual more or less carried that implication as well.
The Black Mist Cultists had gathered here through the summoning ritual, praying for the god's descent.
As the High Priest, Tasenk was naturally no exception.
People, after all, pursued profit.
Why did believers worship gods?
It was nothing more than because gods could grant them forbidden things or provide sustenance for their spirits.
Dense black mist filled the church, and even the air seemed to have