"Behold the gaze of the Mountain God!"
The Divine Mountain stood tall, its wooden structures weathered, and the ancient altar at its peak shimmered with a ghostly light. As the old Priest shouted, the "eyes" of the divine beings focused their attention. Then, two balls of pale blue flames suddenly rose from behind their eyes.
"Boom!"
Everyone present took a step back in unison. Black Wolf looked carefully and realized that the two middle-aged Priests had each lit a brazier. The braziers contained exploding pale blue flames, emitting a familiar "demon" aura.
"Divine eyes and the Stone of the Dead?"
Black Wolf was full of doubt, his gaze fixed on the old Priest before him. His trusted aide Mavik was somewhat panic-stricken, while Huitu Puap's eyes flickered.
The old Priest's demeanor was solemn. He spun the combined metal and stone spheres, moving his hands and feet in a mysterious dance, chanting in a strange, low voice.
