Rizwell stood at the edge of the stone platform, his gaze was fixed on the strange symbol carved into the altar.
The engraving was unfamiliar, unlike anything he had encountered in any records or ancient scripts, yet the name etched above it left no room for doubt.
The words Eternal Sovereign glimmered faintly under the moonlight, telling him that this was indeed the place described in the message.
Even if the symbol itself carried mystery, the name anchored his resolve.
He was standing in the right place.
"My lord," Adam spoke carefully as he stepped closer to the altar, his eyes lingered on the stone platform.
"I believe the heads are meant to be sacrificed here."
Rizwell nodded slowly.
With a wave of his hand, a massive pile of severed heads appeared atop the altar from his storage rings, crashing down with a wet, heavy sound.
Blood spilled freely from exposed flesh and broken necks, flowing across the white stone and staining it in a deep, violent red tone.
