"Let me do the talking," the assassin asked his companion, and she nodded, still shocked there was such a thing in the middle of nowhere, and wondering how her friend knew.
They kept walking along the path with the statues of what Max assumed was the 'God of Darkness' and arrived in front of the gate.
"Who goes there?" a voice echoed from the top of the walls surrounding the altar, it was a man, and he was wearing a white mask with the same symbols as in the statues' faces, a full body armor covering his entire body.
Max stopped walking and looked up, seeing the masked man standing there, some kind of crystal ball in his right hand.
"I came here to use the altar," he answered, his voice calm and steady, showing no signs of weakness.
The man in the sect uniform looked at the boy with a judging expression, trying to assess if he is one of the chosen ones, yet nothing from his appearance, aura, or strength looked promising.
