Coffin

What kind of scene could overturn one's view of the world?

Now was that time.

When Akaret and the others lifted that mirror expressionlessly.

The bonfires burning around them suddenly leapt up.

The already-dark sky became even more clouded with thick clouds.

Flowers were being scattered recklessly.

Those petals fell on the coffin, as whispers rose and fell, one wave after another.

This seemed like a funeral.

But gradually, the tone of those whispers became cold and eerie.

Yet the people of the Veda Sect did not notice.

Their expressions were wooden, their gazes hollow.

The ritual was no longer under their control but had entered a strange state.

They seemed to be alive...

But in reality, each person exuded a gloomy chill.

Like evil ghosts.

The funeral was still proceeding.

When Akaret lifted the mirror over the coffin, the entire sky suddenly boomed as if collapsing, creating a heavily oppressive illusion.

All the cultists involuntarily bent over.