"What is His Excellency doing?"
Radiant elemental light sparkled in the sky, stretching across tens of thousands of meters; aboard the ghost ship, it was not merely the undead that existed, similar to the Underworld God, that emitted an intimidating pressure, making it difficult to think amid it while also curiously watching.
"Who knows, it's better if we just watch. It's normal that we don't understand what such beings wish to do."
Unconsciously, following the powerful presence of the undead kneeling next to him, Exorcist Niyaji quietly responded, his heart now filled with awe towards that being who held high a scepter.
It was not just because of the reverential fear towards this god-like presence with a huge body, but also the worship of his powerful strength; yes, worship. Exorcist Niyaji, who had always harbored intense hostility towards all non-human beings, had never thought that one day he would want to worship a powerful non-human existence.
