In an instant, they were sucked dry.
These two monarchs had travelled from afar to join in the excitement, originally Marquises of the Inner Pass at level nineteen.
They had been eagerly waiting to complete the task of assisting the "Corpse Sacrifice" ritual, to ascend one rank and obtain the much-coveted [Sword of Taia].
Who would have thought that in the end, as they laid dying in shock, the sacrifice would turn out to be themselves?!
With the erection of these four golden pillars, the Small Thousand World became considerably more stable.
"Run for your lives," we've been duped, "this great tomb never intended to let us leave!"
Seeing the grim situation, others tried to flee from the Ascension Platform.
The illusory official seals above their heads, however, became like huge mountains, firmly pressing down upon them.
To say nothing of fleeing, they couldn't even move a finger.
Defeat and despair were the only things left on their faces.
