"Believe in the Dark!"
"Embrace the flames!"
The prisoners formed into rows, like a giant gray worm crawling slowly across the ground.
From time to time, a Black Sun Cultist in a black robe would loudly proclaim the doctrine: "If you convert to the [Black Sun], you can rest, and you'll get bread and water!"
A gray-haired man blended in among the ordinary prisoners, silently following along, utterly docile.
Only when he lowered his head did a glint flash in his eyes. After observing you for these past days, I'm sorry to say, Black Sun Cult—you are not the saviors...
He glanced discreetly toward a patch of shadow.
The Dark Beast hiding there hadn't noticed a thing.
Just then, several Black Sun Cultists who had been drinking water turned deathly pale. They clutched their throats and fell dead to the ground.
"Is the water poisoned?"
The crowd erupted into chaos.
Several Dark Seekers stepped forward to inspect the bodies and waterskins.
Pfft! Pfft!
In the next instant, the streams of water turned into blades and pierced their bodies, striking so quickly that they had no time to react!
Water spilled across the ground, turning as red as blood. It became a crimson mirror, from which emerged the figure of a beautiful young woman holding up her skirt.
A smile that could enchant all living beings bloomed across her face. A spear appeared in her hand, and she hurled it toward the shadows.
Pfft!
The blood-red spear blazed with crimson flames in midair as it pierced the darkness.
"Undead Witch!"
The Dark Beast's human head roared from within the shadows. It made a Shadow Leap, then clambered out of another patch of darkness. "You're provoking us. You're rushing headlong into the abyss of ruin..."
"The Black Sun Festival is coming