Within the Dia tribe, grand yet rugged stone buildings towered. A golden disk over ten meters in diameter sat atop a stone pillar in the center, emitting a faint golden glow at night.
Inside a large stone house, the area covered at least several hundred square meters. All kinds of animal teeth and dried beast heads hung on the walls, while stone basins suspended from the four corners held blazing flames.
"Gu ba ba ye... (unknown language)."
A shaman priest covered in red paint, wearing feather ornaments on his head and a beast tooth piercing the bridge of his nose, spread his arms and spoke in a certain language with a unique rhythm.
"What is he saying?"
"Shut up. Be serious."
Mole, who had asked in a low voice, was glared at by her senior sister. In truth, neither of them had wanted to join the Survivors' Alliance, but circumstances had forced them into it. They simply had no choice.
A group of indigenous tribesmen sat around inside the large stone house. Each had one hand pressed against his chest and his eyes tightly shut. Beside the bonfire in the center, Nagi Jia was in the same pose, his bare upper body covered in paint, his back facing the fire.
The shaman priest stood in front of Nagi Jia. In one hand, he held half a skull filled with a red-black liquid that looked somewhat viscous.
The shaman priest dipped a finger into the black-red liquid, then used it to draw a circle on Nagi Jia's forehead. It looked somewhat like an ouroboros.
"Wu tu (indigenous language: drink, consume, drink it all)."
The shaman priest extended the half-skull toward Nagi Jia. Nagi Jia calmly accepted it, tilted his head back, and drank the viscous liquid inside.
After drinking only a