"The Light of Inheritance has appeared!"
No one knew who shouted it, but every Beastfolk abandoned their opponents and rushed toward the pillars of light.
The real trial had begun. The fighting before had merely been an appetizer; now came the contest of life and death.
There were only a hundred pillars of light, yet the Orc Empire had far more than a hundred races. Moreover, every race participating in the inheritance trial had sent in a hundred people. The intensity of the competition was easy to imagine.
Reacting quickly enough, Graeme leaped straight into the nearest pillar of light, infuriating the Beastfolk who had rushed over after hearing the news and prompting them to curse loudly.
Losing to another competitor would have been one thing, but failing to beat a Pigman? They would never be able to show their faces if word got out.
Unfortunately, once someone entered a pillar of inheritance, no further attacks were possible. If people could still fight during the inheritance process, it would simply become a slaughter until only a hundred remained.
After cursing Graeme to fail his inheritance, the Beastfolk joined the struggle over the other pillars of light.
Everything outside no longer had anything to do with Graeme. As the first Pigman in history to seize a pillar of light, he had no experience to draw upon. The moment he entered the pillar, he fell into an illusion.
According to past precedent, Beastfolk who entered the pillars only had a twenty to thirty percent chance of successfully obtaining an inheritance.
It was not that the Beast God deliberately made things difficult for his believers. Inheritances had thresholds as well.
The outside world believed these were inheritances from the Beast God, but in truth, the Sacred Land of Inheritance merely activated memories hidden