The people below were piously looking at the big stone on the shelf.
One of them looked up at the altar at the top piously. Suddenly, the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.
The originally black figure had suddenly disappeared without a trace. The meteorite that had appeared on the stone platform had disappeared.
"Godstone!"
With a loud shout, everyone suddenly woke up.
They were at a loss as they continued to search for them. They roared and squeezed into a ball in chaos. The desire to find the stone in their hearts was so strong that it suppressed these people and made them look like ghosts.
"Godstone!"
" Someone stole the Godstone!"
"Kill him, kill him!"
These people shouted over and over again. Their shouts were mournful like the howls of ghosts in the underworld.
In the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, a strong wind blew, bringing with it wisps of smoke that slowly drifted towards the square.