At the other side of the Abyssal Forest, the Poison Demon Cult's messenger who rushed from the stronghold to the main temple of the cult had finished his mission and on his way back into the heart of the forest, bearing the response from the Venom Masters of the Venomous Conclave; the council consisting of the seven cult's branch leaders. In a normal sect, they're equivalent to Elders with powerful enough influence to ensure that the High Priest wouldn't lead the cult in a destructive direction.
The messenger's figure flickered between the dense foliage, his movements almost ghostlike, a testament to years of rigorous training as an Acolyte of the Poison Demon Cult.
He did not need to see the path. He already knew it as he had been working as the cult's messenger for many years.
Every twisted root and gnarled tree ingrained in his instincts. Yet despite his usual unwavering focus, his mind was in turmoil.
