What the hell is that? The crow's brow furrowed, knowing that even the priests who worship evil gods would not have carved such strange statues. Although the beings of this world cannot be described in concrete images from outside the world, as creatures with limited cognitive abilities, the "gods" in the eyes of the priests will most likely appear in some kind of understandable form, rather than become the strange image that the crow just saw.

The magician, who had calmed down slightly, stood up from the ground, his body stiffening from the tension. However, that didn't stop the Raven from thirsting for the unknown, and he was now desperate to find out why such a strange statue had appeared, who, when, and for what purpose had cast this statue and this church.

But just as the wizard was about to rekindle the magic flame in his hand again, the cacophony of mechanical friction interrupted his movements. The Raven looked back into the darkness in the direction he had come, and though he couldn't see what was going on, he knew that the hanging basket that had carried him to this room had been put down again. So, who will enter here this time?

The wizard's first thought was Krus, who had always suspected that the Demon Spawn hadn't really left him, but was quietly following him. With Krus's skills, it would not have been difficult to track down the Cursed Crow in the complex tunnels without being discovered. But it soon dawned on the sorcerer that it didn't matter who was entering the place, and even if it was Krus, there was no way for the Raven to know if he was hostile, and remember, the Descendant had just thrown himself to the Flesh Cotton to fend for himself.

Thinking of this, the sorcerer quickly wrapped his robe around his body, and silently pulled up the wide hood to cover his face. When he completed these movements, the gray robe slowly blended into the dark background around him. The robes from the Ash Tower can mask the wearer's body temperature and physiological sounds, such as heartbeat and breathing.

The sound of footsteps echoing through the empty church, and judging by the sounds, the visitor was not wearing boots or anything else, and did not seem to have any intention of hiding his whereabouts. The Raven peered out into the darkness through the gap in his hood, and he didn't see the flickering flames in the Demon's eyes. However, the sorcerer had seen the red light on his body extinguished before, so he was still not sure.

Footsteps approached from the far side of the church, and it sounded like the man was familiar with the situation in this church, and he didn't hesitate at all. The voice stopped less than thirty paces from the crow, and the spellmaster guessed he might be checking the prayer table. At this point, the wizard was glad that he had left no trace on the prayer platform. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the footsteps sounded again, and they were getting closer and closer to the crow.

The heartbeat is speeding up. If it weren't for the robes' magical abilities that blocked out the sound, the sorcerer was very suspicious that the sound of his current violent heartbeat would reveal his presence. Fortunately, the robes of the Lord of the Grey Tower were so powerful that even creatures that could see in the darkness with heat could no longer peek into the mages in the robes, and the footsteps walked less than three steps away from the crow, without pausing.

Was it a statue after inspecting the prayer table?' thought the sorcerer. He now suspected that it was the believers who believed in the presence represented by the statue of the god who were inspecting their churches on a daily basis. But such an inspection is not justified! Thinking of the dust that had accumulated on the floor and on the prayer table, the Raven knew that it didn't happen overnight. This church is obviously not used very often, and since that is the case, the reason why this person who came to check on the church is cleared.

There are two reasons for this, either he received an alert that the church was opened, but judging from his lack of searching, this is unlikely. On the other hand, the church needs to be used for some kind of business, so everything in the church must be kept in good condition. Combined with Lynn's death prophecy, the cursed crow suddenly understood why the Banshee could see the death of the entire city, and if the statue was really summoned here, how long could a mere molten iron city resist?

He must be stopped, no, captured alive and asked whose church this is. The sorcerer's eyes narrowed, he didn't want the sparkle of magic in his eyes to reveal his plans too soon. The man in front of the idol began to move again, listening to his footsteps, as if there was still a space behind the idol. But the crow couldn't do that much, he didn't want to wait here until that person turned back the way he came, the longer it dragged on, the more variables there became.

The wizard carefully arched his body, casting his dark eyes to search for traces of his opponent in the direction from which the footsteps came. He quickly made out a third thing between the idol and the ground, the man looked about as tall as a cursed raven from his back, but judging by the spine that the other man carried, he should be much taller than the wizard when he stood up straight. However, for a spellcaster who wields magic, size doesn't mean anything.

The dust on the church floor was silently rolled up, and the sorcerer was coalesced into filthy orbs the size of a human head, and the crow didn't want the battle to be unpredictable, so he needed to make the most of everything he could at his disposal. The wizard was moving almost on all fours instead of just his legs to avoid making a sound, which of course slowed him down considerably, but it was worth it for stealth.

When the crow was less than ten steps away from the other party, the wizard's magic was activated. The large cloud of dust that followed the sorcerer suddenly dispersed, and as if he was self-conscious, he circled the master in front of him and flew towards the head of the latecomer. The guy with his head covered in dust writhed, and he tried to cough, but the dust that flew into his mouth blocked his throat. The man's hands frantically waved across his face, trying to break away the dust that had fallen on his head, but he didn't know that under the control of magic, it was futile.

A cruel smile appeared on the wizard's lips, and it was always a joy to see one's enemies suffer, no matter what time of year it was. There was no need to hide at this point, and the crow strode forward, flying up and kicking the back of the man's right knee! The heavy kick caused the man to fall uncontrollably forward, and the sorcerer tried to grab the opponent's neck in order to control his opponent, but when the slender, scaly neck slipped away from his grasp, the crow realized that something was wrong.

That guy has a snake head!