The Judgment Of World

Omen of a Horrible Death

He began to walk like a sect member; the difference in some people was evident as they glanced at him. Some paid their respects as if understanding that he was an important person.

"I should have worn this robe when I was closer..."

Just ten minutes of walking through the city showed a change in perspectives. The residents' trust in the sect was so strong that Azazel wouldn't know how they'd react upon discovering the sect's dark practices.

To confirm his suspicions, Azazel had to enter a religious building. Here, no one stopped him; they regarded him as a fellow sect member.

Some individuals seemed to be heading towards a room, not the usual one for receiving guests or giving sermons.

It was too suspicious, prompting Azazel to take the initiative and follow them, maintaining a neutral expression to avoid looking like a stranger.

Several steps led him downwards, and upon arrival, he was quite shocked by what was happening there.

"What are they doing here?"

"Please, don't do this..." s