Alistair stood frozen, his face as dark as the night.
As Shannon had stated, the very ground beneath this grand hall was indeed filled with the remains of the sacrificed women.
Every decade, the hall would undergo renovations. The women selected for sacrifice were brought here during these periods, and their bodies would rest eternally beneath the temple.
But so what?
As members of the clan, offering their lives in exchange for the prosperity of the family for generations was their honor. The 19 virtuous women, including Agatha, were no exception.
They died in the village, only to experience reincarnation and return to it again. Wasn't this, in its own way, a form of perpetual life?
Alistair didn't see the actions of their ancestors as wrong. If it had been him, he would've made the same choice.
While he stood firm in his belief, the women standing by the spirit screen, who had been watching quietly, suddenly found themselves moved to tears.
Some were horrified by the truth, while others, like Faye, felt the oppressive grudge once trapped beneath the stone plaque. It was then that they belatedly realized that they, too, were bound by fate.
They were unwilling, resentful, yet helpless.
They could only watch as their grudge transformed into the very energy that nourished the clan, allowing it to grow stronger and more prosperous.
Every few years, a remarkable individual would emerge from Draken Village. They flourished, living in glory and pride, unaware that beneath their feet lay the bones of countless women.
And these women—no matter how many times they were reborn—could never escape the shackles of the Drakenshade clan. Such a prison should have been destroyed long ago!
Faye, whose eyes were red and swollen, lifted her gaze to the opulent and meticulously decorated grand hall before her. A sharp, sorrowful cry escaped her throat, and without a second thought, she charged toward the main chamber.
She raised her hand and began destroying everything in her sight, smashing relics, carvings, and offerings with wild abandon.
The Drakenshade clan members snapped out of their shock at once, and rage flooded their faces. How dare this woman desecrate their ancestors?
The vengeful spirits, which had been howling in pain within the barrier, appeared soothed. Little by little, their grudge energy began to return to the stone plaque, as if the curse itself was being drawn back into its origin.
Once the last thread of grudge energy returned, Shannon swiftly formed a mudra. "O' divine forces, heed my call; clear the fog and restore the light!"
With a sharp crack, it sounded as if something had broken. First, the four stone pillars of the main chamber began to show cracks.
Then, the fissures gradually spread, following the path of the stone floor tiles of the courtyard until they converged on the stone plaque engraved with the words "Chastity and Loyalty".
Another loud crack followed.
The stone plaque split down the middle, and though it was made of solid stone, blood began to pour out from within.
This sudden and shocking occurrence froze the clan members who had been fighting and struggling. They all stopped in their tracks, staring in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them.
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