Night settled over the Bloodfiend Sect, bathing it in its usual ominous darkness. In a forest near a cliffside, a lone person was leaning against a tree while casually looking into the distance.
In the distance, a large group of people were walking towards the cliffside. Most were dirty, chained, and had looks of despair on their faces, as they were led to the base of the cliff. The leading person chanted a few words while placing his hand on the door, at which point the glowing formation lines appeared upon the cliff.
After a short moment, the formation lines outlined a doorway, which parted aside, revealing a glowing tunnel within.
"Enter, now!"
A loud shout commanded the group, which quickly disappeared into the tunnel. After all had entered, the tunnel closed, once again returning the base of the cliff to normal.
'Seems like they're at it again,' John mused while watching the proceedings from within the forest.
Just like the previous night, another large group of mortals had been escorted into the mysterious tunnel.
'I have no idea what they're planning, but that's four hundred mortals already gathered in just two nights. Just what are they planning that requires that many mortals?'
John knew that no matter how much he speculated on the subject, he would most likely never be able to guess the truth. The only way he would uncover the truth was to enter the mysterious place, and see whatever was inside with his own eyes.
Hours passed by, as John continued to lean against one of the trees in the forest. His eyes were closed in a meditative trance, but they slowly opened as sound filled his ears. His eyes turned to the source of the sound, which was the parting of the doorway on the base of the cliff. He made sure the coast was clear other than the two Elders in the distance, before he silently moved closer.
The door fully parted, and two Elders stepped outside. Both had their cultivations shrouded.
"Our work is almost complete," one of the Elders said to the other.
"That it is. Hopefully this is all worth it in the end," the other replied.
The two exchanged a few more words, before they both parted and walked in opposite directions. As the two Elder's left, a head poked out from behind a large boulder some thirty yards away.
After a brief inspection of both Elder's, John made up his mind.
'That one. His body size and demeanor is most like mine.'
John slipped back behind the boulder, and focused his mind on the face of the Elder. He felt a tug on his soul, as a small portion of it was siphoned from his soul to the mask he was wearing. The feeling sent a shiver down John's spine, as well as a tinge of pain.
'No matter how many times I do this, I'll never get used to the feeling.'
John felt as if a small part of himself had been lost, but ignored the feeling.
'I'll be able to restore this soul damage later on. The important part is to focus on the mission.'
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