Countless chains formed from entries stretched out from the white mist, coiling around Lian, binding him completely, and hoisting him upside down.
A giant Cross made of entries appeared behind Lian.
And there he hung, upside down, like someone about to be sacrificed.
At that moment, the entries once again formed new words.
[HERETIC] [HERETIC] [HERETIC]
Lian's scalp prickled. 'What in the world is happening to me?'
'It feels like these entries are targeting me!'
'No, that's not possible. The entries can't be targeting me.'
'Just like when I encountered the [Eye of Misfortune] in Catherine's Consciousness World, this presence before me is most likely a projection of Tiger or some other false god.'
Considering he wasn't experiencing any excruciating pain, Lian guessed this was likely just an insignificant gaze from the God of Tiger.
