Southern Grasslands:
The current High Priest of the Gale Tribe led a group of priests in kneeling on the grass. The sky was already pitch-black, so they could only rely on torches to illuminate their surroundings. As shamans, they could clearly feel that the surrounding elements had grown extremely agitated!
Darkness had descended, swallowing the last traces of starlight and moonlight. The Heavenly Demon was coming. The end of the world was nigh!!
The High Priest gazed at the prophecy passed down through the generations, his heart filled with indescribable complexity!
This prophecy, which had been passed down for so many generations, had become nothing more than a legend in his eyes... and even in the eyes of his former teacher. Very few people had ever truly taken it seriously.
The only reason it had been passed down from generation to generation was tradition.
Yet he had never expected to witness the arrival of the legend in his lifetime. He had no idea whether that made him lucky or unfortunate...
The priest smiled bitterly inwardly, but the ritual was extremely solemn. According to the words of the ancient prophecy, if the Heavenly Demon ever descended, following the instructions on the scroll would allow them to contact those who could save them.
Faced with such a terrifying phenomenon, he could only try to believe in what his ancestors had left behind...
O Lord who created us, thank You for granting us the earth and sky, for granting us this boundless land. For countless years, we have never ceased our offerings to You. Now that the disaster You warned us about is approaching, Your faithful believers beseech You in fear and trepidation: please grant us a direction toward the light...
The priests in the front row knelt on the ground and performed