Braydon Neal broke out in a cold sweat, realizing his second uncle was still trying to warn him when he returned to reality.
The will of the green-robed man manifested in the outside world as he stood beside Braydon with a grave expression.
"We're in trouble. Do you know who the temple worships?" the green-clothed man asked, his face serious.
Braydon shook his head, clearly unaware.
The man in green continued solemnly, "The 16th Oracle Palace. The previous generation's Great Divine Priest. Even I have to respect him. Judging by the scale of this five-colored altar, it's undoubtedly a place to worship him by presenting sacrifices."
"Sacrifices?"
Braydon wanted clarification.
