It's not the same!
It's not the same!
The High Priest's plan was not like this!
Toran's figure wavered, as he watched one member and believer of the church after another disappear, forcing himself not to show any unusual expression.
Toran knew well that if his expression were off, he would hardly escape the fate of death.
As a 'God of the Inland River's' believer, he was not afraid of death.
He only feared dying without worth.
He had to go back and report everything that happened here to the High Priest.
He didn't know why the carefully arranged thirteen ships were swallowed by the river, nor did he understand why that South Los 'Spirit Medium' seemed to have prophesied and arranged so many people in advance.
But he knew the High Priest certainly would.
The 'God of the Inland River's' priest quietly walked toward a small food stand on the side.
There, small vendors eager to earn a bit extra during the bustle had set up shop.
And that was his best disguise.
