"Ghost King!"
Eden suddenly exclaimed,
"The Ghost King is being born!"
The people are leaderless, full of chaos, and there must be a madman donning the crown, merging with the devil, spawning the King of Ghosts amidst the pallor.
The prophecy of that heretic prophet is coming true at this very moment!
Eden trembled, having once faced the Ghost King Embryo, he understood the terrifying power of the Ghost King.
The priest's legs quickened as he broke into a run.
But moments later, Eden unwittingly stopped, a question floated in his mind,
"Is there still time?"
Thick black fog spread above, showing no signs of stopping, the horns of destruction seemed already blown, and in the surrounding alleys, Eden could already hear the wailing.
The ritual of the Last Shaman Association was underway, the shamans were using the citizens of the Royal City as sacrifices, stripping their spirituality to feed the devil.
The birth of the Ghost King had been ongoing for some time.
