The sunlight dimmed, and dark clouds shrouded the sky. Within the Sanctuary of the Gods, everything had fallen deathly still, so quiet that a dropped needle could almost be heard. Divine Smoke continued to rise from the braziers, steeping the aura of the Divine Kingdom in an even deeper gloom. Invisible pressure settled over everyone's hearts, as if even the wind had stopped.
Crash!
A young girl who served the "gods" showed fear on her face. Her hand trembled, and she accidentally dropped the clay jug she was holding. With a sharp shattering sound, the jug hit the ground and split apart, splashing honey water everywhere. Even the hems of the high priest and the priest elders were soaked.
"Wretched slave, how dare you commit such an offense!"
Petel's face was icy as he shouted angrily. For the first half of his words, he looked at the girl; for the second half, he looked at the high priest. Then the aged priest leader's eyes revealed killing intent, and with a dark expression, he ordered, "Kill her, and apologize to the high priest! Right here, in front of the high priest!"
Two family warriors immediately stepped forward and grabbed the girl, who was crouched on the ground, pleading in a low voice. Then one warrior drew an Obsidian dagger, set it against the girl's neck, and slashed without the slightest hesitation!
Schllk!
Pure, bright-red warmth gushed from the young, beautiful body, instantly splattering over both the high priest and Petel. The ritual robes of the two theocratic leaders were stained with blood, and even their faces were dotted with crimson specks. The girl trembled and struggled for several seconds, then turned into a blood-red flower, lying prostrate on the ground before the two men.
"High priest, does this apology satisfy you?"