The quality of the sacrificial offerings has increasingly declined, and it has been thousands of years since any Holy Decree was bestowed.
"Let's wait until the others return."
Thinking of the four who have yet to come back, the Elder Witch Priest decided to hold off for the moment.
If the offerings are indeed poor in the end, we will have no choice but to find a solution from the Giant Mountain Range.
As time passed, a figure emerged from the forest, arriving beneath the altar and placing a captured Human Race figure down from its claws.
Intending to speak, it noticed five Hunting Sacrificial Envoys kneeling below, and another gravely injured one crawling under the altar, bleeding profusely.
Without uttering a word, it obediently went down to kneel among the other Hunting Sacrificial Envoys in the forest.
In the Bird's Nest Temple, the Elder Witch Priest knelt beneath the Divine Statue, muttering obscure sacrificial language.
