The pale white mist in the basement dissipated without anyone noticing. The flames of the ritual candles, which gave off a rich fragrance, swayed only once before stabilizing again.
That gaze Christina had vaguely sensed earlier seemed as though it had never existed.
For a moment, the space packed with hooded, kneeling believers fell into an eerie silence.
Did... did that ritual just succeed or fail? Nothing happened to Dorothy or me, and we weren't "sacrificed" to some strange place... But what was that faint gaze? Did some god really respond to the ritual and glance at me, the sacrifice? But I'd never heard of that god before, and how could I possibly sense a gaze from far away... Tina's eyes darted about, first landing on Dorothy, who was so curious that she had even forgotten to take out Arrodes's Mirror, then shifting to the middle-aged man holding a dagger and a small metal bottle whose mouth still dripped dark-red blood.
The latter stood there blankly. The echoes of "great Uncertain Mist" still lingered, yet the ritual seemed to have ended. The blood containing spiritual power, which he had bought at a high price, and the book recording the Great Existence's Honorific Name and the Sacrifice Ritual process had described exactly this: they had been devoured by the mist that had appeared just now and sacrificed to the god targeted by the ritual. However, what followed had completely exceeded his expectations.
Shouldn't that Great Existence have accepted the sacrifices inside the altar and granted me power... For an instant, he suspected that something had gone wrong with the ritual he had conducted, but the mist from earlier disproved that.
The Uncertain Mist must have noticed my prayers. It just doesn't like these two sacrifices. But it's fine, I have a