"Offer the sacrifice!"
The Toothless Priest bellowed with a broken voice, hot sweat streaming down his gaunt neck.
The drumstick pounded the drumhead, emitting a thin mist.
Thump, thump, thump!
It was early July and the monsoon had yet to pass; the sky was overcast with drizzle as if muffled thunder struck the heart, with tens of thousands of villagers bathing in the fine rain in silent vigil.
Iron chains clanked, the Water Beast ascended the stage.
The sharp knife penetrated.
Hot blood sprayed wildly from its heart, a pungent gust of wind assaulting the senses!
Children, terrified, clung to their parents' waists.
The parents, on the other hand, showed no fear; rather, their faces lit up with excitement.
Meat!
Good meat!
Loafers who had traveled dozens of miles early in the morning just to join in the excitement and wait for meat were shocked to witness the Water Beast losing its vitality, the astonishment clear in their eyes.
