"Silence Kreht, if you think they are so much trouble why don't you challenge them to a dual? Now stop talking and observe the ceremony, maybe you'll even straighten up." Leo said to Kreht to stop the unnecessary bickering. Secretly he smirked, yet the reason, unknown.
"Yes, Sir!" responded Kreht unwillingly, but at last Leo was right, the ceremony could be a great fortune for him, maybe he could even be enlightened.
As the treasure guardian saw how malicious Kreht was, he sighed to himself. The younger generation sure is reckless, yet is that not the fortune of youth?
"Welcome Head Priest Ander, we have been waiting for your arrival." the king said with a friendly tone. Ander was a hard worker, and he always paid his taxes, which is always appreciated.
"I have kept you waiting for too long Brother Ardo." the priest looked solemn as he continued to the alter. Looking like a nice guy, he had a long beard and a friendly, yet weird smile. Not very old yet very spirited, he still had to uphold the authority of the temple.
The kings brows twitched as he heard the Ander. Not many people could or would dare to call him that, he found it very... unsettling. What if he really was his brother, yet, how? His father died years ago.
"All elders, please come closer, priests please support me, warriors ready your weapons, and brother be ready also." As he said so he stepped to the alter, in the alter the rocks were sorted beautifully, you'd think Leo was also a priest as such duties mostly fall on their shoulders. That kind of talent was very much appreciated, by the temples and holy orders.
Ander was surprised as the pattern was perfectly arranged. As generally ritual spells were dependent on a few essentials, namely - beauty, the pattern and quality of the ritual ground and the ingredients.
For this ritual all the damands were perfectly executed as it if it was a natural formation.
The beauty was incomperable as the rocks made shimmering lines whitch emmited delicate lights.
The pattern only needs to be correctly arranged as it determines the use of the formation, yet if arranged incorrectly it may also not only waste the ingredients but also unleash an endless calamity. The quality determines how potent the ritual would be.
Of course there is the last and also most important part the catalyst and the medium, in this case the cauldron represents the medium, as the priest represents the catalyst.
"Go!" Shouted the priest, as he revealed his scripture, it gave of pleasant lights and one could hear holy prayers from myriad priest behind him.
The scripture also gave of great power, as one could see that it was way stronger then a warrior rank scripture. Its power was sucked in by the stones, and their once delicate lights turned to an belligerent and bloodthirsty red color. Only the prayers from the priests could sooth its rage.
The red color culminated into awe-inspiring visage, the visage looked old and tired, yet his eyes glowed with rage. As he spoke with an hoarse voice" Descendants, why do you pray to false idols?! Why have you lost your path!?!?!"
As these word sung out, a red beam shot out of the visages mouth, moving at extreme speeds it impaled king Ardo, as the voice once again sounded out, "FOUL king your methods are bloodthirsty and your tribe is decedent, you will pay for your sins!" With that the king became a bloody mist, which, in turn seeped into the cauldron and refined a single pill without the need of a flame, as the fumes of ancestral anger bellowed to the sky...ceiling.
The pill was pale, giving of a holy presence, landed into the hands of Leo. He lightly looked at the it and gave a slight smirk, crushing it with his might.
This takes some time to describe but only happened in an instant.
The priests could only sigh, as they knew this was inescapable, only the elders and the warriors were taken aback by the sheer multitude of divine beasts stomping through their minds.
Ander called out to the priest and activated a barrier that sealed the ¨stragglers¨. They could not escape from this barrier as it was made out of a bloody mist. They knew they neither could nor should escape. As that blood mist was the blood of the late king.
"No words from this to anyone, or you will be butchered!" Ander claimed calmly, he knew it was his time to shine, filled with happiness, he expressed his first command.
"Now, Leo, go take care of the younger generation, and keep Kreht under ¨wraps¨ hehehe..." Ander anxiously walked away, to the throne room.