The birthing ritual of the Great Mother Goddess concluded hastily and absurdly under the stern rebuke of a certain Holy Son.
Under the direction of the Assistant Priest, Li Yu stood up with the other slaves and orderly left the sacrificial ground.
As he exited through the main gate, he glanced back at the altar, where the lofty Main Priest was muttering incantations, seemingly indifferent to everything else.
Li Yu instinctively felt that this Holy Son was different from them.
Unlike the numb sacrifices around him, unlike those gloomy priests, and even unlike himself.
He was not someone trapped here.
After leaving the sacrificial ground, Li Yu, as in previous days, departed from the group at the third intersection, and after walking seven hundred steps, he left the group for the second time, slipping into his narrow stone room.
He no longer thought about the Holy Son, as he had more important matters to attend to.
Reciting the scriptures.
