Countless blood beads fell like rain, pitter-pattering on the marble steps, and then they slowly transformed into black shadows and dissipated.
The high-ranking individuals present all fixed their gazes.
This incarnation of Houston at first glance seemed to have suffered an invisible blow and was instantly killed; however, they didn't sense any fluctuations of supernatural power in their surroundings.
"There must have been an accident with Houston's real body,"
the head of the Royal City branch of the History and Ritual Association, Aberhard, was the first to deduce the reason and spoke in a deep voice.
"Something's not right..."
The High Priest of the Hailing Group, Camacho, frowned deeply.
"Houston is also a veteran Saint. How could he be so careless as to let his real body be so easily found?"
"He just mentioned 'Jack,' the Mid Sequence reserve Governing Officer from the Generous Council..."
Aberhard's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned to Camacho.
