When these three items fell into her hands.
At the same time, a stream of black information entered her forehead.
Sharo then seemed to awaken from a dream.
Meanwhile, the surrounding darkness gradually dissipated at this moment.
Only the voice of the Master of the Black Tide echoed in her ears.
"Go, once a defier, become a traveler of the Black Tide..."
"Conceal yourself in the mystical, drag sinners into the abyss of fear..."
"..."
Until the Black Tide in the ritual completely faded away.
Sharo was still standing there dazedly.
"Sharo!"
"Are you okay?"
"Did the prayer ceremony succeed?"
The defiers hurriedly stepped forward, looking at her nervously.
They didn't know if Sharo had succeeded, fearing that if she turned around now, something strange would happen to her body, and she would be corrupted by evil and lose her life.
Sharo did not respond to them immediately.
She just looked down at the items in her hand, appearing somewhat lost.
It was two books and a mark.
