The Morri family had a large estate in Silver Moon City, surrounded by high walls, and the inner buildings resembled a palace complex.
The majestic scene could be seen from afar.
Herag was riding in a carriage and t people from the Morri family coming to assist him halfway.
Blanc had already used the Talisman Stone to notify the family to co and assist.
Because sothing had just happened in Israel, he dared not stay long.
A mysterious powerful presence had just appeared, and Blanc only wanted to take Amisha far away from there.
If any further problems arose, he couldn’t bear the consequences.
The Morri family dispatched dozens of people, led by a stern-faced middle-aged man.
He had an extraordinary aura, commanding respect without anger.
This man was the current patriarch of the Morri family, nad Shatar.
Blanc stopped the carriage and quickly ran to Shatar, kneeling on one knee: "Patriarch."
Shatar glanced at him indifferently and asked, "How is Amisha doing now?"
"The young lady is currently unconscious, breathing steadily, and has no other issues," Blanc replied.
At this mont, Herag also got off the carriage.
Shatar dismounted and walked over to Herag: "Thank you, Mr. Herag, for escorting us. The Morri family will rember your friendship."
"Mr. Shatar, you are too kind, it was my duty." On the way back, Blanc had ntioned that the patriarch would co to assist, and Herag naturally recognized that this person was the head of the Morri family.
Shatar nodded and turned to say, "Gordon! Take down Mr. Herag’s contact information and transfer five thousand Magic Stones as a reward later."
"Thank you." Herag could see that Shatar seed to not want too much involvent with him.
He didn’t mind, and was quite happy with the situation, earning five thousand Magic Stones for nothing.
With the arrival of the Morri family, there was naturally no need for Herag to continue escorting them.
After exchanging Talisman Stone contacts with Gordon, the Morri family butler, Herag called for a carriage on the roadside and returned.
Herag could see the wariness in Shatar’s eyes, likely fearing that he might steal his daughter.
Blanc must have accurately recounted the events at the ball through the Talisman Stone.
Herag was just a poor boy; even if he was a mber of the city of Serlandir, he could never catch Shatar’s eye.
For a wizard family like Shatar’s, Amisha’s marriage had to bring significant value and it was impossible for her to marry a Junior Wizard with no background like Herag.
Shatar’s cold attitude made it very clear that he wanted Herag to maintain distance from his daughter.
Herag didn’t care, as he hadn’t intended to get involved with the Morri family anyway.
Earning five thousand Magic Stones this ti was a good deal.
The Morri family seed to have a strict upbringing for Amisha.
Herag could distinctly feel her yearning for freedom during their conversation.
The vast, unrestrained land of the Barren Land was very appealing to Amisha.
Herag shook his head, no longer concerning himself with this matter.
He had no intention to play out a scene of eloping with a rich girl.
He was not Roo, and Amisha was not Juliet.
Sitting in the carriage, Herag began searching for information regarding the Abyssal Cultists.
The events of the evening were so sudden and completely unexpected for Herag.
Six Abyssal Cultists used a red claw to open a rift leading to the Abyss Plane.
Though it only lasted about two seconds, the rift automatically repaired itself.
The power generated from sacrificing the souls and flesh of six ordinary people was still too weak, and it’s unimaginable to open a dinsional rift like this.
It could only indicate that the red claw they held was quite extraordinary, possessing incredible power that allowed a rift to be pried open with just six ordinary people.
Herag recalled the rift and could be one hundred percent sure that the other side was the Abyss Plane.
He actually glanced at that eye, and apart from feeling a bit of head pressure, he didn’t feel much.
Unlike others, who had their heads explode imdiately after seeing it.
When Herag saw that eye, he imdiately realized how powerful the presence behind the dinsional rift was.
He quickly covered Amisha’s eyes to prevent her from looking up.
If it hadn’t been for Herag’s quick response, Amisha would have beco a headless corpse.
That eye contained infinite knowledge and rules, which ordinary people could never face directly.
The mont they saw it, a mass of information would burst their heads.
Despite feeling so pressure after seeing it, due to his incredibly powerful bloodline, possibly even stronger than that eye, Herag remained unaffected.
Although the Thunder God Ancestor’s Bloodline Power could not be activated or used here, it wasn’t nonexistent.
The foundation was there, and it hadn’t disappeared.
Herag rembered that those six people were called Abyssal Cultists and likely had connections to the Abyss Plane.
He searched through related news in the tavern forums and understood the context.
Although the invasion of the Abyss Plane was thwarted by the wizards back then, there were always humans hoping for the Abyss Plane to descend upon the Wizard Plane again.
They worshipped various powerful entities from the Abyss Plane, collectively known as Abyssal Cultists.
These people hid very deeply, lurking in every corner of the Land of Dawn.
A wizard fighting pollution and exterminating various demons could secretly be a fervent Abyssal Cultist.
The Abyssal Cultists would stop at nothing to achieve the goal of the Abyss Plane’s descent, employing any thod.
What happened today was actually a minor incident among the Abyssal Cultist events.
Thanks to Israel’s quick response, casualties were greatly minimized, with only a few deaths.
This low death toll was rare in Abyssal Cultist attacks.
There was once an incident where Abyssal Cultists contaminated a city’s entire water supply, though caught in ti by wizards.
However, by then, many had already consud the water, mostly ordinary people.
These ordinary people’s constitution couldn’t resist the diseases contained in the water, dying within three to five days, or at most living a month, ending in death.
Only Knights or Wizard Apprentices or Wizards could survive.
The number of deceased reached four figures even with a tally; who knows how many died unrecorded.
In this incident, slum dwellers were unaffected.
Their drinking water pipelines were long dilapidated and disconnected from other parts of the city network.
After that incident, all cities in the Land of Dawn heightened security asures around water sources.
They had never imagined that this previously ignored issue could be exploited to produce such widespread destruction.
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