"Ugh… my head…" Ethan spoke in a slow, heavy voice, his eyes half-open, his body completely devoid of balance.
He was currently lying atop a cold iron table, covered by a simple white sheet.
A sheet that had quickly turned red, soaked through with his blood.
Moon stood beside him, watching with a deep frown.
Next to her stood several figures .. some dressed in long, humble robes that reflected simplicity, while others wore attire closer to the standard garments of hunters.
Without exception, all of them were priests.
There were five inside the chamber.
Three of the Heart clan, and two outsiders.
All of them were at advanced rank or higher .. making them capable of invoking at least mid-tier incantations .
incantations differed from magic.
They required faith, not intelligent. The stronger one's faith, the greater the incantations power.
