"Six days, and the knocking is becoming more frequent. Tomorrow, all of us will die!"
A woman's expression showed signs of collapse. She looked at the middle-aged elder before her, speaking almost hysterically, "Mayor, can the Divine Statue you found truly call upon the gods for our protection?"
With those words, everyone's eyes fell upon the mayor, their expressions solemn, each with bloodshot eyes brimming with hope and longing.
"I..."
This was a world on the verge of collapse, Fierce Ghosts rampant, leaving towns like theirs almost entirely deserted.
"In such times, who can save us but the gods?"
Staring at the unchanged shrine, a hint of anxiety welled up in his heart, a wild impulse flashing through his mind.
I want to smash this broken Divine Statue!
The knocking outside became even more urgent.
Until...
With a thunderous crash.
The earth lit up brightly as black Yin winds accompanied by green smoke surged in.
Everyone's faces displayed horror.
