Pei Geduo pulled open the ring handle, revealing the hideout niche beyond.
His shoulders slumped, and the short wand in his hand let out a listless creak.
The walls beyond were inlaid with fragrant wooden panels, carved with legendary goddesses and saints. They looked so inhuman that they seemed more like monsters than deities.
"Purge..."
He muttered as he walked inside and marked a secret Blood-Worship Cult stronghold on the map.
"I wonder why these cultists become so frenzied when humanity stands on the brink of extinction."
Ekaterina walked beside Pei Geduo and whispered.
Seeing this veteran witch nervous was like watching beads of water seep from a stone, but even among people like them, not all transcendents were equal.
In Pei Geduo's understanding, if evil gods were the living embodiments of all evil in the human mind, then the god worshipped by the Blood-Worship Cult had to be a half-mad deity of evil and slaughter.
Its existence embodied the atrocities of war; even a mind one in a hundred could not fully withstand its trial.
If Pei Geduo had to name something that shook his faith in humanity's innate justice and goodness, it would not be the Wizards' disregard for Hanan's power, nor would it be greed and stupidity.
It would be the creation of a terrifying faith like the Blood-Worship Cult.
"I never asked."
Pei Geduo fell silent for a moment before finally answering.
"Aren't you curious?"
"Of course I am."
But Pei Geduo had already abandoned any hope of obtaining answers from the twisted mouths of those so-called Cabal members.
And the Blood-Worship Cult was not the only dark thing humanity had hidden in Arkham. His thoughts drifted to another organization, and he could not help shivering within his robes.
"I heard the Imperium has publicly tried