623 Could It Really Be Resurrection?

"Rise with the sun, rest at dusk..."

The Sacred Executor's voice was clear, imbued with a peculiar cadence that seemed almost in harmony with nature.

Below, the succubi bowed low, their Lost Soul pendants glowing faintly as they pressed their foreheads to the ground in devout worship.

A hypnotic chant began to swirl through the air, like a bewitching melody that crawled into Orson's ears, raising goosebumps across his skin.

Out beyond the village, Heaven Demons howled. Their huge lantern-like eyes lit up, dotting the darkness like a grotesque galaxy.

The sight was so bizarre, so wrong, it left Orson staring in silence, chilled to the bone.

His gaze returned to the Sacred Executor.

Beneath the flowing white robes and ornate armor, the man's body was withered, his eyes dull and lifeless.

The divine aura spilling from him clearly emanated from the golden scale in his hand.