A shaman in a black robe was emitting smoke, his eyes turned white, and then he feebly fell to his knees on the ground.
Eden gasped for breath; this was the last shaman within this ritual site.
The priest stepped forward, lifted the sword in his hand, and then fiercely stabbed towards the center of the ritual circle.
A burst of light spread from the blade, and in an instant, cracks appeared in the ritual circle. Moments later, the entire circle collapsed entirely, like a landslide.
"On to the next."
Eden murmured to himself.
This was the second ritual site he had destroyed.
However, the final array of the Shaman Association in the Royal City was filled with truths and falsehoods, misleading and confusing, making it impossible to find the true direction.
Stepping out of the residence, Eden closed the snake-painted door and prepared to head to the next location.
"Flash warm."
In an instant, amid the sound of the wind, Eden heard the chanting of the ancient language.
