The air around them seemed to get heavier with each passing second. The ragged figure before them trembled like a leaf in the wind, his words resounding like an echo of despair and madness. The fallen priest looked like a living portrait of eternal suffering in this circle of heresy, a grim testimony of what awaited those who dared to defy the gods.
Adamanthi, with a resolute, cold gaze, stepped forward after the priest's scream had dissipated into thin air. His eyes flashed with a decision that he seemed to have made the moment the priest appeared. The sound of Adamanthi's snapping fingers was like thunder in the deadly silence that reigned around them.
