There were not many visitors from Rakshasa Temple.

Only five of them had come.

Like deities, they descended from the sky from an extremely high altitude. Barefoot and wearing distinctive, loose, white robes and white head scarfs, one would think, from a glance, that they must’ve come from Arabia.

However, golden light emanated from each of them.

Everyone also had a strange mark on their foreheads, each different.

“So it’s the cult master, Fiona! I, Mateo, am pleased to meet you!” said a vis