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“Why…?”
Herarion extended his arms repeatedly and kept reciting the summoning spell for Janus, but despite his efforts, nothing happened. He started to panic, cold sweat trickling down his spine.
In the long history of his ancestors on the throne, this was an unprecedented situation. Something like this hadn’t happened during the reigns of his grandfather and father, but it happened just now.
“This can’t be…”
A myriad of thoughts raced through Herarion’s mind. However, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t explain why Janus was ignoring his sacrifice.
Herarion was so panicked that his garments were soaked in sweat.
To this, Herarion took out the Black Ring, Janus's token of proof, from his pocket. He then pressed it to his chest and got ready to pray. He was trying to feel the divine power course through his body, ultimately to check if the token of proof still retained Janus’ Grace.
And after a while, Herarion murmured in disbelief, “No… This can’t be happening…”
Clang-
Roll, roll…
Herarion turned ghastly pale. His arms fell limp to his sides, dropping the ring, which proceeded to roll across the floor. Any priest would’ve been appalled by this, since royal treasures, like Janus’ token, were considered more valuable than life itself.
However, the Black Ring no longer held any significance. Herrarion couldn’t feel...
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