Chapter 1084 Putting On A Play

Meanwhile, after Tyr Summers and the others had despatched the perils within the woods, King Meryem and the others followed as quickly as they could. Concurrently, within the base camp of the Dark Occult. Above a vast square, a high platform was built, and beneath it stood several hundred Dark Occult members. Atop the platform stood a man clad in a black robe who held a staff in his hand as if he were a wizard in a film or television drama. The man on top of the platform stared down as he accepted the prostrations of the faithful below. He was none other than the Dark Occult Bishop. “They’re here!” Dark Occult Bishop enunciated his words. His voice was low and as hoarse as a charcoal burner. “Kill them.” He was a ruthless man of few words. A chorus of exalted cries arose from the cultists of Dark Occult down below with the two words alone. “Kill them!” For a time, such voices filled the Dark Occult’s main altar. It turned out that those of the Dark Occult had already known that