Mortals instinctively wanted to worship, and even the world itself was responding. The wind stopped, the fog dispersed, and the eerie holy song sung in exotic languages intertwined with the ancient, primitive moon worship hymns. Even the ordinary people of Midshire Fort City could hear these two songs, but no one knew what they truly represented.
"What is going on?"
Above the city, the gigantic Undead Aggregation, hatched from the Interstice, surrounded by countless limbs, moved more and more slowly under the influence of the divine power until it curled up as if trying to retreat back into its cocoon. But the human Circle Sorcerers did not attack; they too instinctively suppressed their power and descended due to the appearance of the deity in the distant forest. Even though the deity had no intention towards Midshire Fort City, had not even cast a gaze its way, the divine power had already begun to affect this place.
