Every prisoner was made to consume the powder substance in the bowl.
Finally, it was done.
The priestess, deep within the heart of the Holy city of the Holy Church, suddenly saw the icon that represented Chiron come to life.
However, she raised her brow at it. After all, this icon that had appeared was not one but twenty one.
She casted her power on the image again and again, but it was the same thing.
The same thing was happening to the demonic mother. Her pot of blood displayed more figures than it should.
While both women were confused, Chiron had a slight smile on his face.
This was the reason that he needed the body of his own unborn child. Chiron could already feel their gaze away from his back.
He massaged his shoulder a bit.
It was indeed a good feeling to be free from the eyes of those that he could not see.
