The moment the two sides met, everyone saw those evil cultists who were actively killing themselves amid the singing, as a strange, indescribable force devoured their lives.
To the naked eye, those self-sacrificing cultists slit their own flesh, letting blood flow freely, but that blood boiled as if it were alive, steaming into a red mist.
The spreading blood mist had trouble diffusing, because you could see it being inhaled into the void like breathing; in just a few seconds the sacrificial victims' flesh and blood withered, turning into desiccated corpses that toppled to the ground.
Even more terrifying was that the fluctuations coming from the void were growing stronger...
"Shit! It's the Choir's large-scale ritual, what the hell are they summoning..."
Amanda had already guessed as much, but the moment she saw it, her heart still clenched.
She knew the Church had a Choir, its members all nurtured from girls with strong Extraordinary Talent and particularly keen inspiration.
