Crack, boom—!
The center of the clan grounds suddenly collapsed, and everyone felt the weightless sensation of falling.
"This is where the legendary clan grave lies!"
After looking around, the clan chief tore off the Black Bone necklace hanging around his neck. The string of ornaments, polished from the fingernails of generations of clan chiefs, moved without wind, constantly knocking against one another and producing a chattering "clack-clack-clack" like trembling teeth.
"Death has been awakened. The grounds of our Darkness Clan are, in truth, within the bounds of the clan grave."
He walked to the entrance of the underground ancestral hall and opened the pitch-black door, which had the texture of flesh.
The moment everyone stepped outside, their pupils contracted.
The deputy clan chief saw the fear in the eyes of the councilors. They were Marrow Eaters whose entire bodies had turned into Black Bone; they had seen countless strange and evil spirits, and there were few things left that could frighten them.
But no one could blame them!
Anyone who saw the ground, usually so ordinary, pulsing as though alive like a womb wall and constantly oozing black slime would have reacted the same way.
The various exorcism items and talismans the councilors carried all began to combust spontaneously, as though they had been scattered by some primal force.
They were vanishing.
"Listen."
The deputy clan chief raised the black fingernail pendant. All the pendants drew together, forming a symbol resembling "nyx."
"Do you all still remember our clan's creed?"
"Fight evil with evil!" The councilors naturally had not forgotten.
"Yes, exactly. This has always been our conviction. We are man-eaters. We are guilty, but we are not wrong!"
"Guilt and wrongdoing are two different things."
As he spoke, the deputy clan chief threw out the pendant in his