At the same time, outside the city of Troy.
Seeing the faint glow light up on the altar, Agamemnon, who had crouched in the cold and darkness for hours, couldn't help but feel an ecstatic frenzy.
Had Pandora succeeded?
Excellent!
Then now, it was time for him, the King of Mankind designated by Olympus, to take the stage, to purge these remnants of Divine Blood gathered at the foot of Troy for his Majesty Zeus, completing the final step in forging the ultimate Divine Business!
Agamemnon watched the encamped Alliance barracks and the city of Troy sunk in the night with a sinister gaze and sneered as he waved his hand.
Several hundred priests, herded by the Divine Blood Guard, gathered in front of the previously constructed altar.
Then, each of them took out a short, red-black curse dagger engraved with twisted Divine Patterns from their sleeves, gritted their teeth, slashed their palms, and collectively prayed and chanted towards the central altar.
