Though there was much to do, as long as he kept at it without stopping, it would all be completed bit by bit in the end.
Anvis soon reached a key conclusion from his research into the bloodstained metal cylinder.
In truth, the cylinder's real purpose was not merely to gather Mana. It was a vessel meant to contain some special existence.
After absorbing enough blood and souls, the cylinder's nature underwent a strange transformation.
It carried the scent of blood, desire, and suffering. Countless tormented souls wailed within it without cease, gathering an immense power of negativity.
That power was meant to nourish some existence that had briefly descended into it.
Anvis's fingers gently slid across the cylinder's fine surface, as if feeling its heartbeat—every engraved mark, every faint pattern, and that subtle trace of an aura that felt strangely loathsome.
He seemed to hear those souls weeping, their voices intertwining into a mournful elegy.
It truly was one component of a larger Ritual, but not an ordinary one. It was a sacrificial rite, a grand ceremony that connected to other hidden dimensions and welcomed the descent of some Grand Will.
Since the thing that had once descended into it had already left, Anvis could not yet determine which party the Glory Alliance was working with. But there was no doubt that the Heretic God Cult was involved behind it all.
Although the Bloody Cylinder's origins could not be traced through ordinary divination spells, if he truly wanted to know what lay hidden behind it, it was not impossible.
Pulling open a drawer of the Silver-grained Life Wood Desk, Anvis's gaze fell upon a letter inside, stamped with a Black Gold Secret Art Seal.
It was a Secret Letter delivered to him by the Door in the Pupil several