Once Benjamin rushed to the nearby altar, the scent was not what he hoped for.
There weren’t any blazing holy light in the sky. It wasn’t intense to say the least. Men from the Church were lined up nicely in a row, standing still outside the altar. All the priests flew in and chanting while holding onto a cross. A layer of transparent light film emerged and camouflaged all those from Church into it.
Opposite of them, were a group of flamen dressed in long grey robes. There were about twenty of them, lined up on the high pedestal on the altar top.
"Naive dirty cult, are you aware of your sins?" The eldest flamen raised both arms up high and shouted.
Ravishing wolf, Silver hawk, Titanoboa... Decades of magic beasts trailed around the altar. Their foreheads had a strange symbol drawn with fresh blood. They seemed to be controlled by psychic powers as they gazed on the Church, with cold murderous intent.