Something special?
The chief priest bent down in confusion and carefully examined the little clay figure on the ground.
A moment later, his gaze suddenly froze on the little clay figure's forehead.
An exceedingly faint mist curled around its forehead... The chief priest had noticed it before, but he had taken it for dust drifting like sleet, since the figure was covered from head to toe in mud and ash.
But now that he looked closely, he realized that the mud and ash on its body would not fall away at all, as though they were part of its organs. The haze around its forehead, meanwhile, was clearly a thin mist with a special energy signature!
"You noticed?" The mysterious woman's voice was flat and unruffled.
The chief priest slowly nodded. His fingertips hovered in midair as if he wanted to touch it, but he ultimately withdrew them in silence. "The mist on its forehead isn't right... It resembles the residual power of some ritual, yet it carries an indescribable strangeness, as though it is concealing something."
He paused, his brow faintly furrowing. "And the mist seems to carry a kind of mental suggestion. It makes people unconsciously overlook its existence."
It was precisely because of that "mental suggestion" that he had instinctively overlooked the little clay figure's abnormality when he first saw it.
Now that he deliberately scrutinized it, the strange details that had been hidden emerged like gossamer threads, every last one laid bare.
Although the chief priest had discovered the mist's anomaly, it only deepened the doubts in his heart. After all, there were very few rituals in Cloud Harbor City capable of obscuring his senses.
Why did a little clay figure bear such a ritual? Who had done it? What were they trying to hide?
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