Chapter 436: The Semi-Decayed God_5

"I wonder if we can find something?" the Commander pondered curiously.

Deep inside the ship's cabin, in a room with metallic walls, only the dim light of candles flickered.

A woman's silhouette swayed in the candlelight; she sat sternly at a table.

Anyone familiar would be quite surprised, as the woman in front of them was the renowned Magic Eye Witch, Isra, known for being "mysterious" and "composed."

But the current Isra was disheveled, her pupils bloodshot, her breathing rapid, far from "composed."

Isra stared intently at the tabletop. On the dark wooden table, deep grooves formed the shape of a hexagram, within which Red Mercury flowed slowly, exuding a cold aura.

On the hexagram Array, silver tarot cards piled up into small towers, but the center of the Array was empty, occupied only by a blank tarot card.

Isra muttered an unknown language, and a mysterious Energy was drawn from her, infusing into the Array; her black hair visibly whitening at an observable rate.