Inside the Temple, the old Priest knelt before the statue.
Behind him, the rest of the Orc Priests knelt in rows, praying together in unison.
They awaited the arrival of the Father God to rescue the city besieged by the Undead and the Dragon Clan.
Just as everyone was whispering prayers, waiting for the Father God to descend.
The old Priest's shadow began to stir like boiling tar.
The next second, under the perplexed gazes of the other Priests, a Human figure emerged from the shadow, becoming increasingly tangible.
Once the figure appeared, there was no hesitation.
A glittering dagger flashed towards the Priest who was still praying in front of him.
The kneeling Priest welcoming the divine sensed the change behind him, glanced sideways, and saw the approaching cold gleam.
A surge of panic rose abruptly in his heart.
His body instinctively toppled to one side, his wooden staff raised in front, as a circular shield rapidly sprang up before him.
Seeing the shield form.
