Chapter 99: Conclusion To The Night XII
The sounds of footsteps could be heard in the ritual ground, as a large sandstorm raged outside the abandoned temple grounds.
The land itself stretched out in every direction like an endless desert, the earth cracked and barren, as the air was just as cold as it was toxic.
And the sky above was an unnatural shade of green, and the greatest mist mixed with the sandstorm as a strong breeze blew from all directions.
If it were not for the massive barrier around this temple, which protects all from the outside world, blocking the raging sandstorm taking place on the outside, even A-rank monsters would perish in no time.
But despite the danger of this place, at the center of the temple field, there was a large magic circle, ritual type, carved into the barren earth.
The complex spirit language glowed faintly in a sickly red hue, as the words within twisted and writhed like they had a mind of their own. The symbols were ancient in nature, different from the spirit language that is known and used in modern society; to a normal or modern-day spiritualist, it would be impossible to understand.
And at the heart of this circle lay a beautiful woman.
Her nine red cat tails moved as if they had a mind of their own, even in her unconscious state. Her skin was clear and beautiful, but despite her obvious features of beauty, there were many wounds scattered across her body.
The majority of which were serious.
One of her arms was missing, her left one to be precise, it looked like it was pulled off by the shoulder, while the remaining hand was curled against her stomach, fingers twisted in a strange and broken posture.
Her face was marred by a jagged scar, running diagonally from her hairline to the hollow of an empty eye socket.