While chanting these spells, the Councilman used not a common language, but an extremely ancient and bizarre one.
The voice was light and mesmerizing, like feathers gently falling on soft snow, and seemed like whispering echoes from the deepest part of the Dream Realm.
And when listeners could not help but want to probe further into its content, it dissipated like snowflakes melting in the palm.
This strangely disturbing sensation didn't originate from the content of the spell he chanted, but seemed related to his tone, or perhaps, the organs used for producing sounds within his body.
As the Councilman began to chant the prayers, the shadow of Star next to him vanished instantly, fleeing far away from this place through a special secret technique.
As the prayer continued, an indescribable aura gradually permeated the night sky around the center of the Ritual Array.
The stars in the night sky suddenly became clearer and brighter, acquiring a slight, obscure yellow tint.
