A massive aura swept over everyone in the temple, causing them to involuntarily kneel, with only one thought in mind, "The might of God is as vast as the sea, as imposing as a prison."
Even the elders, each harboring their own schemes, felt a trace of fear. After all, the power of the True God truly existed, and if this being were to unleash their wrath upon them, what would they do?
The few exchanged glances, knowing there was no room for retreat, that the arrow was already notched and they must let it fly. The young Curse Master nodded slightly.
"The great lord shall awaken today and cast his radiance upon humanity, yet we need a grand blood sacrifice to greet the return of our lord, You are the master of fate, the origin of all things, and the ruler of this land." The Great Elder placed the scepter in front of the Divine Statue and began to pray.
Sometime afterward, the prayer concluded, and he instructed everyone in a weak voice to bring up the offerings.
