The village hidden in the Secret Forest had been deserted for who knows how many years, and the surrounding area looked chillingly desolate.
As time passed by, through the cracks in the leaves, Bennice could clearly see the twilight fading away bit by bit, until the last ray of sunlight was about to leave the earth.
The priestess beside her was also pale, her eyes revealing a touch of panic.
In their hearts, they both had the same question...
Was this really the place to gather materials for the ceremony?
Would the precious materials used in the sacrifice to the Water God really grow in such a chill place?
The pitch-black road ahead, all the doors of the village houses were wide open, the interiors dark as pitch. The open doors were like gaping maws, and as Bennice advanced, they witnessed a horrifying scene.
