A deacon took the initiative to bow and seek her instructions.
Shafuri looked calm and methodically gathered her light blue hair, tying it into a ponytail.
At this moment, she exuded a unique charm, which left several deacons slightly dazed.
"Gather all the villagers beneath the Tower of the Raven."
"If necessary, use them..."
"Also, go and check the Magic Arrays, totems, and all kinds of defensive fortifications outside the village."
"Then quietly await the arrival of the Expeditionary Army and the Demon's Soul."
"As for the Burial Ground, a few elders and those Church Warriors will suffice."
The voice of Raven Saintess Shafuri transformed, becoming increasingly ethereal.
The deacons took their orders and left, leaving Shafuri alone in place.
She sat down cross-legged again, closed her eyes, and seemed to enter a peculiar state.
...
Time flew quickly, more than four hours passed.
