Beyond the purple mist, there were several figures standing there in silence, their eyes fixed on it.
"Are you certain that you have seen them being trapped inside the mist?" the chief standing in front asked.
"Yes, chief. I saw it with my own eyes," the monkey beastman who had guided Celeste and the others replied.
"You have done a great job! Lord of the Land of Ashkara, we are willing to offer them to you as a sacrifice. Please forgive our mistakes! The God of the Beast, please grant your protection to our people!" The tribal chief dropped to his knees and said loudly.
The other beastmen behind him quickly followed his actions and knelt down.
After a moment, the tribal chief stood back up and stared deeply into the purple mist, as if he was scared of something inside it.
"Let's go. No one trapped inside that mist has ever survived before; they won't be the exception. Just withdraw all of our people who are monitoring them," he said, and turned around.
