"As long as the glory of our ancestors can be restored, no sacrifice is too great!

"You were all going to become undead eventually anyway. Better to be used as my nourishment.

"Don't blame me. Your deaths are for a greater cause. If you must hate someone, hate Rusty Crow. He was the one who sold me this ritual. I will avenge you in the future by killing him."

Watching Juventus slaughter his own relatives in the projection like a madman, everyone instinctively distanced themselves from him. Even Cliose subtly raised her gun, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

Just like in Annan's case, the Gospel skipped the gruesome details of Juventus' ritual, jumping directly to the aftermath.

In the projection, Juventus sat inside a bizarre, blood-patterned magic circle, surrounded by a ring of corpses belonging to members of the Kessriel clan. He had severed all of them at the waist, leaving their upper bodies outside the circle with hands clasped in prayer, while their lower bodies knelt neatly inside. Not a single drop of blood remained in the desiccated corpses. Every ounce of it had been drawn into Juventus' forehead, condensing into a sharp, rhombus-shaped blood...