Meanwhile, over a dozen cultists, clad in dark green hooded robes with obscure and indistinct auras, had already gathered at the entrance of the Tower of Oblivion.
However, they did not enter the tower immediately but stood quiet and solemn on both sides of the door, as if waiting for something.
Moments later, a figure also wearing a dark green hooded robe, but with a dark green pentagram design on his back, slowly approached from afar.
As his steps drew closer, an invisible oppressive force enveloped the space, like the terrifying presence at the top of the food chain, evoking in humans the deep-seated fear of the ancient dark that lurks in the depths of their bloodline.
"Your Excellency Priest."
Seeing the figure, all the strange cultists greeted him with fervent reverence.
But among the cultists, three of them betrayed a flicker of tension in their eyes, their bodies slightly stiff.
