Something seemed to be subtly writhing in the air, an invisible presence, yet its movement created ripples that influenced the surrounding things, allowing humans, with focused attention, to barely discern its outline.
The priest looked with an uneasy heart at the emptiness ahead, and on that barren expanse, he could see an outline resembling a human, like a ghostly apparition.
As one of the few left to stay in the Static Holy Temple to maintain this vast relic, the priest had long been accustomed to the various oddities within this dormant sanctuary, after all, it was said to be the origin of the Demon Hunters, where the Evangelical Church refined Secret Blood to wage the counteroffensive against demons.
These were mythical stories, yet the priest did not know much, holding a low position in the Evangelical Church, otherwise, he wouldn't have been transferred to this deathly silent place.
