"This penchant for burning people as sacrifices at the drop of a hat feels a little familiar..."
Aaron looked around and sensed that this secret chamber was often used by heretical believers to gather, pray, and offer sacrifices... even the surroundings had acquired a subtle sense of corruption.
At the front of the secret chamber, in the direction the altar faced, stood an eerie statue.
A blood-red humanoid hung from a pitch-black thorn tree.
Its features were blurred, its arms spread wide as though it wished to embrace everything.
"Why does something always go wrong wherever the Church of the Holy Spirit is involved?"
"But the feeling this statue gives me is much clearer... It seems... not that powerful. Let alone an Age Controller, it isn't even a hidden existence... It doesn't even possess the strength to trigger my 'premonition of danger.'"
Aaron came before Isabet's mummified corpse. To be safe, he still used Isabet as the divination element. "Her final experience!"
"Her final experience!"
"Her final experience!"
Now that Aaron was using an evil spirit directly as a medium, it was equivalent to divination by a Fourth Primordial extraordinary being, allowing him to obtain more information.
Light and shadow overlapped, making him feel as though he had returned to this secret chamber's past.
Through the haze, he saw believers gathering one after another, praying to the black-and-red statue beneath the guidance of a young Cleric.
"We have all drunk His blood. We are all brothers and sisters."
"The Lord shall grant us the key to push open the gate of spirituality."
"The Lord shall bestow His blessings upon you!"
With a wave of the young Cleric's hand, two believers bound Isabet to an iron pillar. "To become a sacrifice for God and open the road ahead for us