"The....the gods… will not let you off!" The chief priest said as he tried putting his final struggles. His face was filled with the fanatic expression of someone who was going to die for a good cause.
The dark figure simply did not give a hoot about all of this. "Well! The transformation efficiency of the young ones' flesh is not bad. His body is also rather decent. Next, up… the devour, the most important part if it really a reincarnation of the totem godfather!"
However, when the broken sword came into contact with the chief priest's soul, the situation seemed to change drastically.
"You… You actually have the guts to try profaning my soul?" The excruciating pain from somewhere deep within his soul made the chief priest's come to bits and pieces of his senses. A mix of despair and resolution surfaced on his face, "Almighty gods! Your devotee sincerely offers his own life, and longs for your arrival! Divine craft— holy Descent!"
