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"This is already the second time we've held a sacrificial ritual recently. There was clearly a fluctuation the first time, but there was no reaction this time."
The wrinkles on the old Shaman's face were almost squeezed together.
"This is the first time I've encountered such a situation in my life."
A skinny young man next to him said worriedly, "The people in the tribe have always been dissatisfied with the sacrifice of resources to Lumiere. After two consecutive failures, I'm afraid the Second Elder and the others will not give in anymore."
The old Shaman nodded solemnly. "I'll think of a way later."
The old man turned around and looked at the cave that was filled with candles. Then, he let out a long sigh.
"You can stop, Isaros. This is my advancement ritual. There's no need to use the tribe's resources." The tall native named Lumiere said calmly, "I don't want to trouble you for my matters anymore."
