Chapter 438
Having finished their preparations, Ian and Lucia stepped out and began descending the spiral staircase.
Like Lucia, Ian had removed his cloak and stashed it away in his pocket dimension—a precaution for the battle ahead in the forest. The material probably wouldn't snag on stray branches or brambles, but there was no reason to risk it.
Besides, Inaskurgl wasn't exactly the calculating type—more of a berserker. Sure, it wielded the power of chaos, but no cloak was going to protect them from that.
Ian moved quickly down the cracked and worn steps, glancing toward the floor below.
So they're not doing it on the top floor, huh?
It was clear the ritual would take place on the first floor. The old stone statue—reduced to just its ankles—had been replaced by a round, blackened table in the center of the hall. It looked like some kind of artifact, probably something left behind by the dark fairies.
—A crude excuse for an altar. Still, I suppose as long as it does the job, form doesn't matter.
Yog's dry murmur echoed in Ian's ear.
He gave a vague nod in response. It did look like a makeshift altar, at least to Ian's eyes. Especially with the two priests standing on either side, heads bowed and hoods pulled low over their faces.
They were called ancient high priests in the game, but 'dark priests' or 'chaos priests' feel more accurate.Then again, maybe it was just something to do with the translation.
Ian shrugged off the thought. From what he knew of Hyked, he wasn't the type to care about appearances—so there had to be a reason he'd placed the altar there.