Chapter 452 Patient Hunters

Karl sat at the top of the steps and watched the spectral images of the beast clerics going about their daily business, as if the temple was still operating, and not thousands of years destroyed. At first, he had thought it was some sort of playback, a spectral image of their last day that they were forced to relive over and over, but when the acolyte that was headed for the field accidentally brushed against him, the feline beastkin paused, looked around, then shuddered and continued about...