The royal ordinance was swiftly set into motion. Preparations for an immense evil-repelling ritual had begun without delay. Each day, the village echoed with chants and the scent of sacred offerings—rituals of every kind, from the simplest to the most elaborate, performed with unwavering devotion. Overseeing every detail were the vigilant eyes of the Nagaraja, the Sarparaja, and the Royal Priest, ensuring that not a single step faltered in the face of the looming darkness.
The residents of Anga village were very happy. After all, they were finally going to get rid of the devil.
However, there was a certain someone who was getting very anxious looking at all these procedures. He would grind his teeth in anger whenever he thought about it.
Because it was going to ruin the entire progress of the plan which he had spent so much effort to reach.