"I feel dizzy..."
Sean lifted his head and found himself bound to a pillar, his view filled with an underground cavern.
"Underground... me... what happened?"
His head throbbed, feeling as if his spirituality was depleted, unable to use any more transcendent power.
"Right... I was conducting a werewolf investigation in the Emerald Forest, then I met that woman... "
Sean mumbled to himself.
At this moment, he noticed he was seemingly at the edge of an altar.
Many black pillars stood tall, most were tied down with a werewolf.
And next to him was Paul.
"Fourth Level Professionals... are indeed strong..."
Sean looked around and finally spotted the same young woman again.
She was wearing a white dress, standing in the center of the ritual, with a blood-dripping obsidian dagger in her hand.
More crucially, her face now appeared somewhat familiar, seemingly seen somewhere before.
Under his gaze, the young woman easily slit a werewolf's throat with the obsidian dagger.
