[You arrived at the desolate tribe just in time to witness a disturbing scene—one that sent waves of disgust and fury rippling through you.]
[A group of men and women, dressed in tattered tribal garments, were gathered around a large stone altar in the center of the village.]
[Bound to the altar was a young woman, barely conscious, her body bloodied and bruised from what appeared to be recent beatings. Surrounding her were several figures, including the tribe's priest, chanting in a language that dripped with malice.]
[The scene was horrific—her terrified eyes, wide and glistening, locked onto the sky as if begging for mercy.]
[The tribal priest, an elderly man with deep lines etched into his face, wore a necklace around his neck—a necklace that wasn't just any trinket. It was the celestial crystal. The rope of the necklace bound it tightly around his neck, as though he were flaunting it.]
