Chapter 3 -3-The First Miracle
The wind howled!
By the riverbank, trees swayed wildly, and withered leaves, like mischievous spirits, danced erratically, swirling around the clay statue, vaguely forming a massive tornado.
The villagers gathered here for the sacrificial ceremony all crouched down, glancing around in shock. Their patched white linen robes flapped noisily in the fierce wind.
"Why is the wind suddenly picking up?"
Old John, the village chief, looked confused. Then, as if realizing something, he slowly raised his head, his brown pupils locking onto the clay statue ahead.
When the wind roared, he vaguely sensed an unusual fluctuation of elemental energy in the air.
"Sacred Vestige!"
"The Sacred Vestige is gone!"
Suddenly, Thomas, the blacksmith responsible for guarding the silver cross, cried out in alarm.
His voice spread quickly, and all eyes immediately turned toward him.
At that moment, the fierce wind gradually subsided. The silver cross, originally placed before the three dire wolf corpses, had vanished. Only the box that once contained the Sacred Vestige lay quietly on the ground.