Otherworldly Being

By the time the Black Duke reached the outskirts of the toppled Dunwodlin Tower, he had herded 132 human sacrifices into the square like livestock. After slaughtering them all in ten minutes with his power to cut through space, he had completed the hardest part of the Calling Ritual. The sharp smell of rust filled the air. A steaming river of scarlet blood flowed through the grooves of the Ritual carved into the square. The excess spilled over and followed the slight slope of the ground into the clear waterway.

"Plip, plip."

Drops of blood struck the water, throwing up little red splashes. They spattered against the wooden hull of a boat, leaving brown stains like brands. Feilier sat on the gunwale, swinging her boots idly as she stared at the river turning red. The world might be ending, but the man-made waterway still worked. The Dunwo River flowed quietly on, just as it always had. Its gentle murmur should have been clear in her ears, but all Feilier could hear was the cult priests' long, irritating ritual chant.

Under the original plan, Feilier should have remained in Huvoslo City to maintain the cult's control over the southern Kingdom while finding a way to plant agents among the Lightbearers.

But after rolling a one eighteen times in a row, Feilier had changed her mind. She had decided to accompany the Black Duke to Dunwodlin Tower and conduct a sacrifice, summoning an Evil Spirit powerful enough to deal with Renee and Xia Lun.

Using a Teleportation Point still in the cult's hands, the two had needed only a week to finish their preparations and begin the sacrificial Ritual.

"Come, great being from the Other Dimension. We call upon you."

As more than a dozen mid-ranking priests called out in unison, the