The heart energy surged wildly within Sakaro's body, and a golden dragon eye mark appeared in the center of his forehead, vivid and lifelike, similar to the vertical pupil of a dragon in the sky that once opened.
And the eye on his forehead slowly opened at this moment, fixing its gaze on the Faceless Ones who stood silently and did not intervene.
"What about you, Faceless Ones, newly established sect, do you agree with my opinion?"
Sakaro smiled, calm yet terrifying.
The leader of the Faceless Men Sect bowed slightly, these newborn servants now made no effort to resist the determination of this fervent rejecter of foreign faiths.
"We worship the ultimate God of Death, equal before the God of Death are slaves, nobility, and monarchs alike,"
The leader of the Faceless Ones said, "Even if it is the King of Light R'hllor, Drowned God, Cold God, Goat, Night Lion, and Stranger, they are all just one aspect of this multi-faceted God of Death,"
