The sun's light was dim, and dark clouds shrouded the sky. Within the sanctuary of the gods, there was a deathly silence, almost like a pin could be heard dropping. Divine smoke continuously rose from the furnace, rendering the atmosphere of the Divine Kingdom even more gloomy. An invisible pressure weighed on everyone's hearts, as if even the wind had come to a halt.
"Clang!"
A young girl serving "All Gods" showed fear, her hands trembling as she accidentally dropped the clay pot she was holding. A sharp shattering sound was heard as the pot hit the ground and cracked, spilling honey water everywhere. Even the hems of the High Priest and the Elder Priests' garments were soaked with honey water.
"Wretched wench, how dare you offend us so!"
Petl's face was cold as ice, and he shouted angrily. His first words were directed at the girl, but the latter were aimed at the High Priest. Then, with killing intent in his eyes, the elderly leader of the priests solemnly commanded.
