The elderly figures surrounding Osiris dropped to their knees upon his arrival, chanting fervently, "Lord Osiris!"
To these people, Osiris was their faith.
But at this moment, Osiris's eyes burned with fury. His withered arm stretched forward, revealing a crystal ball in his grasp. Inside the crystal ball appeared an ongoing scene from the Sacred Gate.
Scene after scene! Shocking and appalling!
Osiris clenched his fist tightly. A swirl of dark mist enveloped his entire body, and above his head floated a golden phantom of a scale!
This was his birthright magic artifact!
The scale that governs life, death, and sin!
If he decrees someone as evil, they must perish!
If he recognizes someone as righteous, they may live forever!
Gazing at the images within the crystal ball, his voice rasped: "To think… all those under my command, gone. Every single one dead at the hands of that young man! It seems that boy is far trickier than I anticipated. But…"
