The female candidate had moved and followed everything according to procedure when the ceremony had started and yet the moment the blight dagger over to the priest her swiftly blown off.
Blood splattered. Her body tilted and dropped dead as heavy amounts of blood gushed out her neck like as her body didn't know what to with it anymore. And after this happened the priest spoke, "For impartialness, we beg."
No sooner had he finished than had the other candidates and chief responded, "May her soul be the great nourishment."
And after a brief moment of silence followed as the chief then raised his hand (right) once more and shouted, "Come forth, blessings of the furious age."
And no sooner had he finished his statement than a candidate who knelt right next to her mat stood and dashed towards the stool at the stan where the blight dagger rested. And out of the corner of his left eye, the image of the inner stan was unconsciously reflected as he sees that there isn't anything much to it. As he sees that there is regular wooden stan like those on the streets of his hometown although unlike them there aren't any cultural designs on it. And within lain a table that looked somewhat interesting as it was covered with a cloth that seemed to be made of a fiber from the epron panther a beast of the doa rank that is truly hard not to find but kill as it is said that those of the doa rank are warriors who closest to true heritage.
The design of the tablecloth however was truly of kakera tribe from not long ago. As of all the clans of the kakera tribe he had at least got a brief glance at this tablecloth truly had significant distinct features to it. But he didn't want to spend too much time but in reality, he had only spent a fraction amounting to three tenths of second to analyze this. And although he had swiftly and carelessly taken the blight blade off the stool and handed it to the priest, he too had fatefully had his head blown off as well.
Blood gushed furiously from his neck as his body fell to the ground. Two bodies now. Each dead without a single wasted thought. Was it one of the overseers? No one knows. For their indifferent furious expressions signaled that their sole focus was on the proceedings of the ceremony. And with that the priest and chief repeated was done before. And so many other went on and on and on. A few died in the process for reasons that were quite obvious to those who with right mind to suspect the possible causes.
Some died while in the moon and just fainted to death in the real world. Some died to lack of emotional tensity maintenance while in the moon realm and just like the first female candidate. Others simply died in the phantom plane while making misconduct i there. And not long after 116 candidates had gone through the initial ritual with 76 dying and 40 making out alive with the pride of success amongst all the others.
Soon after it was KIria's turn.
"Come forth, blessings of the furious age."
The chief exclaimed with the same tone and steady fury in his tone that he had been using from the start. And as expected the next candidate in line was to move and do as in accordance with the procedure of the ritual but-
They didn't come. And this greatly annoyed the overseers who instinctively looked at the place where the 117th candidate sat. And they did. They saw him. Kiria. Just sited there in a daze yet he looked as normal as everyone there.
He didn't move when he was done responding the chorus everyone responded to. It was simply because he trained his mind and body to unconsciously learn and memorize the chorus the chief and the priest spoke and by the time they had reached the tenth candidate his adaptive memory had already recognition with the familiar sounds of their voices. And because of that both the priest and chief were stunned into a silent fury that raised the pressure that enveloped the shrine in a deadly aura and as if sensing the weight of the situation his twitched open a little as his slow controlled breathing was normalized. His body seemed to react on its own as it stood up fast and dashed not speed walked but dashed towards the front at the center of the whole ceremony, the temperance/heritage stan. He knelt down his gaze filled a fiery determination that spelled a kind of fury on from the kakera clans had rarely seen. His eyes in this moment were like marbles that reflected the dim glint of light of blight blade as it effortlessly mirrored the light of the abundant star that hung above this world that existed in between parallel abnormalities itself. This was maintained by the blade even after the blood of the many who came before stained and dried on it.
He caught the dagger swiftly and carelessly as he spun around and handed it to the priest as swiftly as he had done before. the priest was not stunned although by his performance rather he was quite more intrigued of the sort. He then spoke, "Oh blessing of the furious age, bend your heart and spirit to the brother's path," as Kiria then responded, "Oh priest of the furious, show me his way," as then knelt right in front of the priest and put his upper body in an upright position with his arms spread apart as if acting in grand play of the sort. Oh, but this was no play.
This was a proper conduction, one of the best the priest had ever seen in his life. And with a dare he did it smirk that played at his lip and faded into frown as fast as possible, the priest swiftly injected the blight blade into little Kiria's chest with a somewhat determination that burned within him. And not because of his sense of duty. No, but rather... but because how brave and intriguing this boy was.
Although this was the point, and due to the fact that most candidates undergo this within thirty seconds.
"Haaaaah!" The sudden gasp of the boy's awakening sent a cold tremor down their bodies. Not just the priest, but everyone present.