The aura of the dark creature permeated everything.
However, what surprised people was that this extremely evil presence, also gave them an inexplicable sense of holiness.
It was sacred and inviolable.
It was difficult for Stark to describe what he felt.
"That must be the High Preacher. Which sect does he belong to? Can he really bring hope to the Black Feather Tribe?" Stark turned and whispered to his companion.
He still had doubts in his heart. He had sacrificed so much for his tribe, yet he didn't receive the respect he deserved. An outsider was getting more respect than he ever could.
"The Dark Ancient Tree Sect has come to save the Black Feather Tribe. They are the foundation of our strength. Stark, just wait and see how our god will unleash his power!"
Looking at the fervent gazes of his companions, Stark felt a bit lost.
