Ritual

Below was a wide open field, and nearly a thousand corpses lay on the ground. Nearly two hundred people continued to fight each other like crazy. No one cared who was friend or foe. William even saw two apprentices kill each other from the same tower. At the end of these corpses and the battlefield, a dark-skinned, short-haired youth was meditating cross-legged over dozens of dry skulls.

An evil, grey aura emanating from thousands of corpses entered this youth's body and disappeared. Next to the young man were two pots of similar stone incense holders. Grey smoke was emanating from inside, entering the bodies of the apprentices on the battlefield through their noses. That's what William thought was the reason why all these people looked crazy. There was something about the smell that bothered even him, and he was glad it was far enough away.

He even spotted his own teammates down below. Even though they all looked tired of fighting, they were still fighting. Beck was constantly shooti