The high Sheten of Shimote shrine was praying in front of the holy tray. He sprinkled more essence and weed into the smoke.
Crack!
"Lucas! What is that?"
The high sheten growled under breath. The smoke surrounded everywhere and among it, he saw a shadow.
"Lucas?"
No answer came to him but the blood that sprayed on his face. The werewolf sheten formed to his other shape, howled and dodged the strange thing that almost lashed him.
No one replied to his call, he sniffed and blood was all he could sense.
He flashed on the gods' platform where he could gain a proper vision. He saw the beast that had three tongues! From which hell this being had escaped?
The beast was fast and flashed on the Nonorite God's statue. It was considered as disrepute to gods, an unforgivable sin. The Sheten drew his hand out, an orange code forged in front of him above his palm.
"What are you?"
