Tasenk's gaze fell above the altar.
Something had been placed where the Lord of Black Mist had originally stood.
Gritting his teeth, he overcame the lingering pressure, climbed onto the altar, and took it into his hand.
Tasenk's actions naturally drew the attention of the cultists in the church.
Everyone's eyes settled upon the item in his hand.
It was a bottle of dark brown liquid, gently swaying.
Under the church's dim light, it reflected a hazy gleam.
A God-given item!
An item left behind by the Lord of Black Mist, a gift from a god!
For a moment, everyone's breathing grew hurried.
The sounds of swallowing rose and fell, and greed showed in every pair of eyes.
Had the Lord of Black Mist not just departed, and had Tasenk not possessed such great strength, a scramble to seize it might well have broken out.
"Archdeacon Tasenk, what is the use of this item left behind by the Lord of Black Mist?" a gray-haired cultist asked in a dry voice.
Every cultist wore a mask. Though they had attended the Lord of Black Mist's ritual, none of them wished to reveal their identities.
The reason most cultists joined the Black Mist Church was nothing more than their own desires.
Faith was something that, most of the time, needed benefits to sustain it.
Such as endless life, supreme authority, strength at the very pinnacle...
Everyone had their own desires. It was precisely for these illusory dreams that they joined the Black Mist Church.
"The item left behind by the Lord of Black Mist can directly restore all nonfatal injuries," Tasenk explained simply.
This was information that the great immortal being, the Lord of Black Mist, had directly instilled into his mind before departing.
Sighs immediately rose from the surrounding cultists. It