Countless torches were burning at the bottom of a giant underground cave. But even so, they couldn’t scatter the darkness on the altar.

Thick and vicious black gas tumbled around, giving off a sound similar to surging liquid. It bubbled like boiling porridge.

Numerous figures prostrated themselves at the base of the alter, low and deep syllables coming from their mouths.

The atmosphere was cold and tense!

A woman was tied to a wooden frame. She was the sacrificial offering of this ritual. She had witnessed the fate of the sacrificial offerings that went before her, and now her face was deathly pale.

If possible, she would rather choose to end her life here. She didn’t want to undergo that inhuman torture and pain.

But it was clear that a sacrifice didn’t have the qualifications to choose how they died.

Gurgle –

Gurgle –

More and more air bubbles popped. The tumbling black gas grew increasingly violent. The worshiping figures down below all revealed frantic and enthusiastic expressions. Their eyes were both expectant and terrified as their chanting grew faster.

The lord from the abyss was about to arrive. This woman was the best sacrificial offering they could find. They hoped it could satisfy their lord and grant them more dark strength.

Pa –

With a light...