The dense crowd of 500 people moved along grandly.
It was a bizarre scene on the ocean's surface at night. Beneath the waves, schools of fish scattered in all directions. Everywhere they passed was devoid of life.
Meanwhile, on the Island of the Monarch, the Dark Saintess raised her hands and called out devoutly, "Dark Deity!"
The elders and thousands of followers repeated her words and actions. After that, they all sat down cross-legged, with their eyes closed, not saying another word.
Their posture resembled the meditation practices of Darsia's cultivators. However, since they all had their heads bowed, it seemed more like they were engaged in some kind of strange ritual.
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