The man before was the third victim in this quarter year, they all asked the same thing, and no one was worthy enough to receive such a simple blessing. The sphere they provided was not worthy enough to hold a bit of Endless Entity's power. Their offerings were less desired and sufficient.
They all had gone wary, but the priest, who held responsible for supplying spheres for rituals, might have gone mad with the pressure.
It did not matter how much they tried, how expensive the sphere was, their Lord had grown repugnant about the ritual, and the arrival of a bride might be the sign of disapproval from their Lord.
"Sir, how about that corpse?"
"Toss it to Owur'Edneg," the priest said. He didn't care about a janitor corpse. Since the cult could always take a poor man from any village and paid a hefty amount of salary just to clean the area. Suppose the janitor wanted to report their activity to the kingdom. In that case, they could tweak him or, even better, let the doctor handle him.
"Aesha put me to my room," the priest said. He stood in front of a wall, seemingly waiting for the one transporter to cast her incantation.
"As you wish, priest," the woman who stood beside the priest cupped her hands. The bracelet on her left hand wavered and making a ringing sound. A small portal appeared on the wall, periodically getting larger until it was big enough for a man to fit in. The hole would directly transport the priest to his room, which was not inside the cult's building. This was to guarantee the safety of the priest, the highest ruler of this cult.
The priest waited until the gate completely closed.
BOOM!
The priest then unleashed a bolt of a yellow beam from a three-inch totem in his hand to a ceramic vase and the vase instantly exploded into pieces. The priest aimed another vase, a yellow beam flashed, and the vase exploded again with the same style. But when he aimed it at the wall, the yellow beam only cracked the wall instead of destroying it.
"What is wrong with this totem?" he looked at the totem, a black totem with a small eye in it. It was a gift for his loyalty. He was very proud when he got it as a gift. His Lord instructed him to use it whenever he needed to.
The totem could fire a yellow beam that would explode anything it touched. But the blast radius decreased whenever he fell out of his Lord's favour. In any means, the totem used his Lord's approval as fuel.
And he just realized that he had fallen out of favour when he saw the yellow beam was not as strong as it used to be. Because usually, he could even destroy a wall with it.
He kicked the table beside him as he felt jealousy, anger, and disappointment. The totem started to weaken. Its power should be able to make a huge explosion. Now it could only explode smaller objects.
Was this the sign that he would be replaced soon? No, he couldn't bear the thought of being second. He believed his cult was the biggest one that worshipped Endless Entity. He already gathered information about other cults that worshipped his Lord, but they were all small fries. Of course, he would be beneficial for his Lord. He could gather new followers, new area, new domination for his Lord better than anyone.
He saw many glimmering spheres made exquisitely with the most expensive material called diamond. His followers could turn the geometrical object into a perfectly round sphere through magic while maintaining a diamond's crystal clear and hardness.
At first, his Lord accepted diamond as his offering, but as his Lord's power grew stronger, even the hardness of a diamond couldn't contain him.
The bride would come tomorrow, and he despised the Bride of Endless Entity. They were just people who got lucky to be chosen by his Lord. He could've been the new groom of Endless Entity.
He devoted his entire life to his Lord already. He would gladly accept immortality if that'd mean he could serve his Lord forever.
But the most important benefit was the right to saw the Endless Entity's real appearance. He longed for that. He had the thought of requesting or demanding his Lord to show his true appearance. But he was afraid that Endless Entity would be displeased, and his Lord's displeasure was not something to play against.
He saw many of his devoted followers requested outrageous matters or rudely demanded something from his Lord. Most of them got fried with yellow flash that could destroy the entire room as his Lord's mood was unpredictable.
"What does my lord actually look like?"
He might bear this question forever, and he would never find the answer.