"Could we not do this superstitious nonsense?"
Jia Xiu objected to Mia's suggestion.
"There's an Undead and a Vampire here right now. I'm sharing vision with an all-capable god of both pen and sword, there's also a Sect Master, and there isn't even room to cram in another weird thing. We can't fit that many."
"I feel like that 'all-capable in pen and sword' wasn't a compliment, but I'm not entirely sure."
Justina said through the prayer channel.
She was probably the calmest person present at the sight.
Her reputation had been carved out on real battlefields, and she had suffered no psychological aftereffects over the years. Her mental state was excellent. A few skeletons like this truly counted as a small scene.
She did not take it seriously at all.
The Devil Race could create scenes far worse than this. At most, this was a little eerie; its impact was nowhere close.
"Hurry, hurry, go take a look. I want to know what caused this."
Justina urged them.
"To ruin such a sacred occasion as prayer, whoever dared do this cannot be forgiven."
"What if it was done by an evil god stronger than you?"
"Then, then, you all should find a way to run quickly."
Justina cowered with remarkable speed.
"I don't think it was an evil god," Margaret said at this point. "Although these people—probably people—are all maintaining the same posture and haven't moved at all, I can't think of a reason to force people into such poses. They're also dressed rather well, attending in formal attire. It seems more likely that they did so willingly. Perhaps they all knew death awaited them and were simply waiting for it."
She analyzed the matter seriously.
"Voluntary believers don't mean it can't be an evil god. Plenty of cultists