The sage Konan's body was adorned with tattoos that seemed to move slightly, as though alive, their intricate designs glowing faintly with residual mana. His weathered face carried the weight of countless years, and his voice trembled with urgency.
"The Seven Eternal Yogic Sages are trying to complete a sacred ritual to honor the Old Gods and summon vast amounts of Yaga energy. This energy could restore balance to yogic realm and protect the sacred lands for centuries. It will also strengthen the command of 7 sages on yogic realm as they will gain immense yogic energy."
Kent raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "I heard the 7 sages were so powerful. Why do they need my help?"
Konan sighed deeply, his expression shadowed with shame. "The ritual requires absolute purity and holiness. But the Demon Race prince and his elders have been disrupting it by defiling the sacred grounds. They throw blood, bones, and even bodily waste during the ritual, making it unholy."
