"It's him!"
In the mirror of light.
Atop an altar, the sacrificial pit shone brightly with blazing flames.
The Raggedy Immortal, with his cloak thrown askew, had a cold, hard look in his eyes and his hair was wildly disheveled. In his hand, he held a long ladle, scooping out a ladleful of clear water from a golden bucket beside him and sprinkling it over the burning sacrificial fire.
Splash!
The pure water fell.
The sacrificial fire flickered, twisting upwards as the power of asceticism ascended, entwining around a garland within the flames.
"The Raggedy Immortal!"
The Ritual Master Immortal's eyes widened as he muttered to himself.
The Devas also fixed their gazes one after another, all looking into the mirror of light.
"Why is it him again, what is he trying to do!"
The Sun God Surya's pupils contracted as he exclaimed in shock.
Hmph!
The Wind God Vayu snorted coldly, clenching his fist and smashing it through the air.
