"Blood sacrifice to the Mother Goddess!"
Seron spread his arms, and the robes on his body writhed like a living thing before suddenly splitting open.
"Uh... ah! You forced me!"
He let out a howl of pain, as insect-like hard bristles gradually grew on his skin, and a crack on his chest extended, forming a small, giant spider-shaped pattern.
A soft, cruel female laugh came from the vortex behind him, particularly piercing and chilling.
"By Shanee..."
"Great Holy Tree..."
Everyone present felt fear, especially the Silver Moon Elves, who seemed to face a natural enemy. The fear seeped into their souls, driving them to madness.
In an instant, sinister energy surged as one Abyss Gate after another sprouted from the Holy Tree, like ugly, festering wounds oozing toxic pus.
Foul-smelling, sludge-like creatures poured out from those Abyss Gates, extending eight powerful tentacles with bodies embedded with blood-red eyeballs.
