Accompanied by the Berserker's agonizing, piercing wail and the curses of despair,
the Berserker's physical body and soul, before the Sacrificial Altar, were swiftly enveloped in the rising flames and disappeared without a trace.
Moments later, a sheet-like silhouette of a human outline fell from the dimension woven by the flames above the Ritual Altar.
As the conductor of the ritual, Tuck simply observed this scene.
"Some mysterious existence is reaping a certain amount of flesh and soul."
"Then, it weaves the soul with the shadows."
"It doesn't have to be some Holy Spirit or Evil Spirit with consciousness."
"It could also be some mysterious existence that still retains rationality, lurking in the corners of shadows and death."
"The Transcendent World indeed harbors too many mysteries, especially those mystical beings with a ritual orientation; it's best to analyze them less."
Tuck shook his head slightly, reining in the thought of further exploration.
