"Hungry..." In a voice that was almost a murmur, the little boy Jack raised his head and looked at Joshua, who was wearing crimson gloves. "Hungry..." His mouth split open, stretching all the way to his ears, revealing neatly aligned glistening white teeth, and a slightly thick saliva kept flowing out.
At the same time, he lunged forward, pouncing at Joshua ahead, so fast that a shattered image lingered where he was. Despite Joshua's high alert, he was a bit too slow to react. He hadn't even clearly seen the process when Jack was already in front of him.
Thud! The figure with light blond hair seemed to hit an invisible wall and halted just a step away from Joshua.
Jack clung in midair, and suddenly a blackish-red glow burst from his body, sizzling as it corroded the transparent barrier blocking him.
Behind Joshua and Derrick, "Demon Hunter" Colin, at some unknown time, had knelt on one knee and thrust the straight sword, smeared with silver-gray ointment, into the ground.
Immediately, the entire altar area lit up, as if bathed in the purest dawn.
Colin swiftly drew the sword, and his figure eerily split, forming overlapping afterimages that spread around the altar.
Each of those figures simultaneously raised the swords, which combined with the nearby dawn light, emitting a brilliant gleam.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Straight swords thrust out, the dawn light surging together, surrounding Jack from all directions.
In the radiance of a rising sun, the black-and-red figure rapidly evaporated and vanished in the storm-like attack.
Inside the underground hall of the altar, the brightness became dazzling, forcing Derrick Berg to close his eyes.
He suddenly jolted awake from sleep, seeing the quietly burning campfire before him and the team members guarding the camp dutifully.
"Demon Hunter" Colin, sitting cross-legged by a stone pillar, opened his eyes and said with a deep voice: "We'll set out after fifty flashes of lightning."
Hearing this, Derrick looked up at the sky and saw that the frequency of lightning had not yet increased significantly; darkness still dominated this land.
Thinking of the city-state they were about to reach and the temple of the Fallen Creator, he couldn't help but feel nervous.
After a while calming his mind, Derrick quickly ate and regained his battle state.
Wondering what would happen in that temple... He gripped the "Hurricane Axe" and went to the middle of the team.
In the camp, lanterns covered with thin animal skins were lit one after another.
***
15 Minsk Street. Klein boiled water, adjusted the temperature, and took a comfortable bath. With the languor after bathing, he stepped backward four times and ascended to the gray fog, intending to use divination to confirm the matter of the evil spirit.
In the silent ancient palace, Klein leaned back in his chair, seriously considering what divination method to choose and how to design the divination statement. It had to follow occult principles, not involve overly specific exclusions, and include enough information.
After a brief stillness, Klein leaned forward, manifested paper and pen, and wrote down the content he wanted to confirm: "The evil spirit in the ruins holds strong malice towards me and Sharon."
Removing the pendulum from his left wrist, Klein held it with one hand and began to meditate.
After repeatedly murmuring, he opened his eyes and looked forward. This time, the citrine pendant was spinning crazily clockwise!
This indicated that the malice of the evil spirit was even stronger than Klein had originally thought.
At that time, neither Miss Sharon's nor my spiritual intuition sensed anything wrong... That evil spirit is also an expert at interfering with divination and prophecy... Haha, he definitely didn't expect that one of us restrains desires and won't be blinded by greed, and the other has experienced too much to know what it means to "ask a tiger for its skin"... Klein sighed, returned to the real world, and lay down on the bed.
Unfortunately, the warmth from the "Sun Brooch" was only a psychological feeling and couldn't warm the bed... Before falling asleep, he closed his eyes and thought regretfully.
***
Great Bridge South District, Rose Street, Harvest Church. Emlyn White wiped the last chair, straightened up, and said impatiently to Father Utravsky: "I've done today's work!" Damn old man, don't decide at the last minute to make me copy the scriptures! Emlyn mentally prayed. And the object of his prayer had unconsciously changed from the Moon to the Mother Earth Goddess.
Father Utravsky stood there, making the vampire look like a child. He smiled and said: "You've recently come to experience the joy and relaxation of working with dedication and gratitude. Go back and quietly feel the pulse of life itself and the pure joy that follows."
"I don't!" Emlyn reflexively denied.
Father Utravsky gave him a kind smile, said nothing, turned around, found a seat, and began his nightly prayer routine.
Emlyn White's lips moved as if to retort, but in the end, he didn't speak, silently left Harvest Church, and habitually pulled the door closed behind him.
Returning to his current residence, he found the place cold and deserted; his parents were nowhere to be seen.