The narrow ship cabin was piled with fresh human heads, those wandering samurais originally used by Koyano Taro as ambush forces had now become nourishment for evil powers.
Sharp nails skimmed over lines of text on the notebook, and the purple eye in the Priest's forehead turned slightly, peering through layers of space-time barriers to the woven paths of fate.
Fate has converged here.
Firstly,
The notebook in the arms of Master Seto on the beach slowly unfolded at the center of the sacrificial array.
Secondly,
The notebook in Huang Anshi's hand in the distance started to heat up.
Thirdly,
Cardinal Elena's chest was pierced, and a corner of the notebook was revealed under the torn robe.
Fourth, fifth, sixth...
In the distant night, something deeper than darkness, seemingly swallowing all light, was approaching.
Seventh…
The Priest lowered his head, with a trace of confusion on his face.
That's not right; apart from the one in his hand, where are the other two?
