It was a starry night without a moon. The brightest, but unnamed star, shone brightest that day.

According to the 'calendar' that has been handed down among humans, Hekate knew that it was the day of his birth. Unlike other times, the day of the spiritual number only occurs once every four years, and on that day, the moon in the sky is always missing.

A god once said that that day symbolized the birth of evil. There are also gods who say that that day is related to the creator of mankind.

But Hekate didn't care about that, so when the golden humans gathered in front of the temple to worship the gods, she secretly ran to other places to see the stone tablets that recorded the 'history'.

Normally, humans don't allow her to go near the temple. For it is a blasphemy to let a man who has been forsaken by God near a place where God is worshipped.

However, when the golden human sacrifice ended, on the way back, a hurried Hekate tripped over something hard and found the magical treasure.

She had seen it many times, but none of it was a real treasure

"Slate, slate, do you have a story to tell me today?"

In the cramped hut, Hekat held something familiar and muttered to himself.

"Is there really an ungodly human being in this world, I feel that the people in your story are not at all the same as Uncle Cohen."

However, the slate remained the same, and there was no other reaction.

"No, even though I've grown up, can't I listen to stories when I grow up-"

A little unhappy, but the little girl accepted the reality. After all, in recent years, she hasn't seen many interesting stories from the slate.

[It's time for you to meditate]

There was no sound, no light or shadow, the ink intersected and reassembled, and a line of handwriting slowly emerged from the stone slab.

[Today is the time for you to break through the fifth level, and it is also the first step into the 'extraordinary']

[To the Divinity, 'All things shall not be destroyed', and only the power baptized by the rules can inflict substantial harm on them]

"I know, what to urge. What level, that's not just a hand. ”

He pouted, but Hekat carefully placed the slate next to the bed.

When I first saw it, the broken stone slab, whose surface had begun to turn yellow, was as tall as a man, but when it came to her hand, it became the most suitable size for her to carry.

Hecate didn't know where it came from, but he had some vague guesses. Because of the same style, she has been visible too much over the years.

"It's really troublesome, but according to what you said, when I step into the 'transcendental', I won't need ritual assistance anymore."

Muttering to his feet, Hekat pulled out several jars and jars from the corner of the room.

The pattern is rough and marked with different colors of plant juice. It was 'fired' out of clay in a special way.

She had wanted to give the technology to humans, but they refused to accept it. In this era, human beings did not have the ability to make 'fire' on their own. This kind of thing burned with fire is rightfully seen as a symbol of stealing divine power.

Picking up the vials in turn, Hekate poured some liquid out of them. She mixed them in a small bowl in proportions and stirred them counterclockwise with the stems of the Moon Soul Flower for three and a half weeks.

She added one part of rain to symbolize wind, two parts of steaming water to symbolize fire, and three parts of river water and four parts of spring water, which symbolized water and earth respectively.

This is just the most rudimentary approach, just like in what she has learned, incense and special life feathers are more suitable for embodying the wind, representing communication, planning and thought. Candles and scepters are more suitable to represent fire, representing execution, initiative, and willpower.

But now there is no corresponding condition, or rather, such a thing as incense, except for Hekate himself, even the gods on the mountain of gods have not heard of it, so she has always been replaced in this way.

In addition to materials, in the realm of spiritual numbers, 'three' and 'seven' have a special meaning, so Hekate took half of 'seven' and used it in reverse to symbolize the opposite side of matter.

These are all efficient uses of inferior materials, and if the materials themselves have extraordinary powers, she doesn't need to be so complicated.

The liquid was adjusted, and I waited a little for a while, and the liquid in the small bowl mixed into one, and gradually turned into a peculiar color.

From the side shelf, Hekat took out a 'pen' made of animal hair and branches, which was used to draw symbols and patterns.

"No matter how many times you look at it, it seems a little strange to this color."

Looking at the 'multicolored black' in the bowl, Hekat complained.

But there is no way, the earth, water, wind and fire have been spiritually reconciled, and in the mysterious realm, it represents 'one-third of chaos'. So it doesn't matter what color this liquid is, anyway, it's the same color.

Picking up the pen and dipping a little of the liquid from the bowl, Hekate walked to the door.

She drew a special symbol on the ground. When the words are written, an invisible force is mobilized.

It is said that this is a text that diverged from the original spiritual script. They are not as powerful as the Source, but they can therefore be used by mortals.

And what Hekate wrote about it means 'isolation'.

She then wrote the symbols for 'connection', 'purification' and 'sublimation' on the other three sides.

When it was all over, she connected the four dots with a thread and then stood in the center.

“ΑΨ！”

Opening his mouth slightly, accompanied by two special bytes, the power in the Quartet Runes was linked.

There are three different kinds of rituals. One is the imitation of 'history', the other is the touch of 'rules', and the last is the pleasing of those in high positions.

Regardless of the other two, what Hekate is preparing now is the second ritual.

As the ritual runs, the rules that have long been written are touched. Vaguely, Hekate felt that a grand world appeared in his spiritual perception.

That is the Spirit Realm, an interface made of spiritual forces. However, at this point in time, no existence can establish a connection with the spirit world without a special method.

However, it is clear that Hekate's mutilation ritual is one of the special methods.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly closed, Hekate stirred up his spirit. She followed the induction in the dark and connected to the vast spiritual realm.

Countless grotesque lights and shadows flashed, and strange sounds sounded, but they were all purified one by one, and then isolated out. When all was calm again, there were only seven moon phases in Hecate's spiritual ocean, reflecting on her illusory spirit.

At the same time, on the surface of Hekathe's spirit, a round of moon phases also appeared. However, only four are entities, and the remaining three are only imaginary.