The sacred Goddess statue shimmered with light as one Elf Chosen One after another slowly emerged from the void.
And each time the teleportation completed, they would be momentarily bewildered, but soon, with excitement, followed the "seniors" who had been teleported ahead towards the black vortex.
One after another, group by group, they instinctively formed a perfect cycle.
There was no need for the Dwarf Pope to reorder the new Chosen Ones.
The Dwarf Warrior, who had never seen such a formation, looked astonished, but the battle-hardened Grey Robe and Tonglu were unfazed by it.
The Chosen Ones were like this, highly motivated and proactive.
Pope Grey Robe looked around, casually stopping an excited Chosen One rushing toward the vortex, and said:
"Elf friend, please wait a moment."
The Elf he called out to got a jolt, quickly stopping in his tracks.
He flew to the Pope's side with excitement and said:
"My Lord! Do you have a task for me?"
The Dwarf Pope nodded:
