Bakins murmured, "Four, that's big trouble."
The Lion People looked at him curiously.
Bakins then explained, "Behind each Grand Diviner is a clan, meaning at least four clans are involved in this attack. This is a scale unseen in a decade. The Thornfish People fight fiercely among themselves, they rarely act in unison unless someone behind the scenes unifies them—"
He paused, "like what the Dragon Worship Sect did thirteen years ago."
Under their gaze, the four Fishmen Diviners stopped, raised their bone scepters in knee-deep water, and began chanting while performing a bizarre dance.
But the dance had no artistic beauty, only an unsettling and eerie feeling.
"What kind of evil ritual is that?" Reed picked up the Scepter of Authority, coldly asked, "Can we stop them?"
"We can try."
Bakins replied nonchalantly, showing no fear.
But at that moment, Elisa's slightly trembling voice came:
"What is that..."
The lake surface was cast with a verdant refraction.
