The Cult of the Moon Mother Goddess had planned the Day of Descent and its blood sacrifice ritual for a long time. Now, like a wild donkey slipped free of its reins, it was charging madly in a strange direction.
The High Priestess had never expected the ritual to actually summon something.
Wasn't the Moon Mother Goddess merely a legend passed down through generations of those who assumed the priesthood?
She had thought it was nothing more than a legend.
After all, that so-called holy scripture had been written and supplemented generation after generation by priests. Where could there possibly be a real Moon Mother Goddess?
No one had ever seen her.
All they had relied on were the strange altar, stone coffin, bizarre patterns, and runes within the Sanctuary.
The Cult of the Moon Mother Goddess had been founded solely to control commoners through religion and provide human experimental materials for researching the functions of the things within the Sanctuary.
Its ultimate goal was to completely master the Sanctuary's functions, use them to rise to power, and become a force of its own.
They truly believed that the power contained within the Sanctuary could allow them to contend against the great powers and major associations.
They had only understood a tiny fraction of it, yet they could already perform such powerful alterations on people. If they deciphered it all, wouldn't that be terrifying?
Then, within the territory under their control, they would establish a true paradise of women!
All this would be taught to Deacon Samantha. In a few years, Samantha would become the new High Priestess and carry on their "great" cause.
That was how it was supposed to go according to plan.
But now, the legend had become real!
A dazzling light erupted from the altar, and