On the altar, the young boys and girls who were once crying, have now gone silent. If one were to observe closely, they would find their flesh and blood rapidly being drained.
This horrifying scene, if it took place outside, could scare someone to death, but in the eyes of the Skeleton Society followers, it's just fanaticism.
Even the High Priest, who was trembling earlier, looks high-spirited now, with the coming of the Lord of Skeletons occupying his every thought.
Five strong young men detached from the crowd, their faces filled with sanctity as they approached the altar, preparing for the descent of the Lord of Skeletons.
The only one who managed to retain some sanity, the Skeleton Holy Master, silently heaved a sigh of relief at this point. The high order demon beast did not make it in time, and now they could only resort to their backup plan.
