The members of the Bright Holy See were bustling around an ancient, solemn altar.
A mysterious and oppressive aura filled the air.
The surrounding trees swayed gently in the breeze, as if trembling in anticipation of the ritual's imminent completion.
Raphael stood beside the altar, clad in the magnificent robes of an Archbishop. A fanatical smile lit up his face, brimming with excitement and anticipation for his soon-to-be-achieved goal.
He muttered an incantation, his voice low and rhythmic, as he continuously flipped through a black-covered Bible.
With every turn, each page flashed with an eerie red light.
Ji Shengyue was bound to a nearby stone pillar, her hands and feet tied so tightly with ropes that she couldn't move an inch.
Her eyes were filled with despair and rage,
as she stared daggers at Raphael and the busy members of the Bright Holy See before her.
Watching it all, she was filled with regret and indignation, yet she was powerless.
