First Lord?

At the center of the ancient formation, the Ethereal tide condensed from foul energy shattered beneath the mysterious man's attack, turning into grayish-purple motes that scattered into the surging mist around the formation core.

Seeing that Griseo had no intention of stopping, Liuyin asked in confusion, "Griseo?"

Griseo did not respond. Instead, she switched to The Stars Signet.

The foul energy that had been sealed away for ten years had originally been like a trapped beast locked up for far too long, roaring as it tried to tear apart its final shackle. Suddenly, it became gentle.

"Griseo, what are you doing?"

Liuyin keenly sensed that something was wrong and tried to step forward, only to be sent flying by an invisible force field. Just then, Ye Shunguang, who had only just arrived, flashed over and caught Liuyin.

"Miss Liuyin, what is this?"

Ye Shunguang also sensed the obstruction of that mysterious power and asked in confusion.

"Don't worry. Griseo probably has her own plan!"

Belle reassured them, pointing several dozen steps away. Ye Shunguang and Liuyin followed her gesture—

Within the formation core, Griseo slowly raised her hands. As though seized by the throat by some higher power, the foul energy gathered toward her palms in an almost tamed state.

Then Griseo began to chant, "O Primordial Lord, supreme and sacred..."

The next instant, the patterns across the entire ancient formation flared brightly, releasing a dazzling, blazing white light.

"What?"

The white light reflected in Belle's suddenly constricted pupils—she recognized Griseo's chant as a prayer of the Praise Society.

Why was Griseo doing this? Where had she learned it?

For a moment, Belle could not make sense of it no matter how hard she thought.

But there was one thing—she trusted Griseo without reservation.

"By Your blessing and calling, I