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High Priest Selina held the scepter tightly in her hand, feeling the coolness of the scepter in her hand, which calmed her chaotic thoughts a little. She turned and walked down the holy stone altar, slowly descending along the spiral stairs, and every step seemed to step on her chaotic thoughts. The light of the holy stone on the altar was dim, the appearance of Bingying, Mark's coma, and the prophecy about the "Soul Taker" in the ancient books, all these things intertwined, making her feel an unprecedented pressure. The holy city outside the tower was brightly lit, like stars scattered in the night, but High Priest Selina's heart was full of haze.

Two guards carried Mark and followed behind High Priest Selina carefully. Bingying followed closely behind, and his huge figure seemed a little crowded in the narrow stairwell, but he was extremely flexible and did not touch any wall or handrail. Its golden eyes always stared at Mark, and his eyes were full of worry and concern.

Arriving at the door of the bedroom of High Priest Selina, the guard stopped and waited for the instructions of High Priest Selina. The door of the bedroom is made of finely carved mahogany, inlaid with golden patterns, which looks solemn and sacred. Exquisite murals are hung on the walls on both sides, depicting the myths and legends of the holy city, which look particularly mysterious under the dim light.

"Go in." High Priest Selina pushed open the door of the bedroom and walked in first. The bedroom is spacious and bright, with gorgeous decorations, and the air is filled with a faint sandalwood. There is a huge bed in the center, with soft silk bedding on the bed and light gauze hanging around it.

Bingying followed the guard into the bedroom, walked straight to Mark's bed, and gently placed Mark on the bed. After the guard put Mark down, he respectfully saluted High Priest Selina, then silently left the bedroom and gently closed the door. The heavy wooden door slowly closed, making a low muffled sound, isolating the bedroom from the outside world. The bedroom suddenly became quiet, leaving only the slight breathing of High Priest Selina and the low sobbing of Bingying.

High Priest Selina walked to the bedside and carefully checked Mark's physical condition. She stretched out her slender fingers, gently probed Mark's breath, and then put her hand on Mark's chest to feel his heartbeat. After confirming that Mark was just unconscious, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You go out first. No one is allowed to approach and disturb without my permission." High Priest Selina ordered the guards, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in her tone. She waved her hand and signaled the guards to leave. The two guards looked at each other, said nothing more, silently left the bedroom, and gently closed the door. The bedroom returned to tranquility, with only Bingying lying beside Mark's bed, making a low call, and the slight breathing of High Priest Selina.

Bingying lay beside Mark's bed, his huge body curled up into a ball, his golden eyes always staring at Mark, his eyes full of worry and anxiety. From time to time, he gently rubbed Mark's cheek with his nose, making a low whimper, as if calling Mark's name. The air in the bedroom moved slowly, with a hint of sandalwood, mixed with the cold air emanating from Bingying, making people feel a little cool.

High Priest Selina sat cross-legged beside Mark's bed, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her inner restlessness and uneasiness. She focused her thoughts on Bingying and tried to communicate with him spiritually.

The voice of High Priest Selina, the "Ice Abyss Beast", sounded in Bingying's mind, clear and powerful, "Tell me, why did the power of the Holy Stone disappear? Is this related to Mark's coma?" There was a hint of anxiety and doubt in her tone.

Bingying raised his head, stared at Selina with his golden eyes, and let out a low roar, conveying to Selina the connection between the loss of the power of the Holy Stone and Mark's coma. A trace of sadness flashed in its eyes, as if it felt sad for Mark's experience.

Selina opened her eyes, and a trace of shock flashed in her eyes. She stood up, walked to the window, looked at the dark night sky outside the window, and fell into deep thought. The night sky was dotted with stars, flickering with faint light, as if telling the mystery of the universe. The Holy City seemed particularly quiet under the cover of night, and only a few occasional barkings from a distance broke the silence.

"Is it... really like this?" High Priest Selina whispered to herself, with a hint of disbelief in her tone. She held the scepter in her hand tightly, and her knuckles turned white because of the force.

"The Holy Stone chose Mark and transferred its power to him." Selina turned her head and looked at Bingying, as if talking to herself.

Bingying nodded, lay on the edge of the bed, rested her head on her forelimbs, closed her eyes, as if guarding Mark who was in a coma.

"Holy Stone...Holy Stone..." High Priest Selina muttered to herself, her eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

"The power of the Holy Stone is so strong, why would it choose an ordinary person?" High Priest Selina frowned, and her fingers gently tapped the gem on the top of the scepter, making a crisp sound. The light in the bedroom was dim, and only the faint starlight coming in from the window illuminated her slightly tired face.

Bingying opened his golden eyes, glanced at Selina, and then cast his eyes on the unconscious Mark, making a low whimper. It seemed to want to explain, but it couldn't express it in human language. It slowly stood up, walked to Selina, and gently rubbed her arm with its huge head, as if to comfort her.

Selina felt Bingying's actions, and a warm current surged in her heart. She bent down and gently stroked Bingying's soft hair, "I know, you don't understand either, right?" She sighed, her eyes full of helplessness.

Selina paced back and forth in the bedroom, and the scepter made a rhythmic tapping sound on the ground with her steps. "The power of the holy stone disappeared, and Mark was unconscious. What is the connection between the two?" She stopped and looked at Mark again. Mark lay quietly on the bed, his face pale, and his breathing was even and weak.

"Maybe I should go to the Holy Stone Temple to take a look." Selina made a decision in her heart.

She walked to Mark's bedside and carefully tucked the quilt for him, her eyes full of concern. "You must be safe." She whispered. Then, she turned to look at Bingying, "Protect him well."