In the ruined building.
Leonard Churchill glanced at the few members of the Silver Moon Sect draped in cloaks, their faces covered and shrouded in mystery.
No one paid any attention to these concealed figures.
He himself was also dressed in a full face mask to prevent poisoning.
But these people had a strong aura.
Leonard was curious about their real identities.
'Rejoiced in sorrowful wails, overjoyed in shedding blood
Wandering between the shadows of tombs
Pleasure, dreams, the Thousand Faces of the Moon
Staring fondly at your devout believers
...'
This was Leonard's first time attending this kind of meeting of the Old Days Sect.
He repeated the blessing to a certain god along with the crowd.
Within enlightenment, warnings of faith contamination were being rapidly displayed.
Outsiders could not participate in such gatherings.
Some kind of ceremony was still taking place.
