As Celeste and Umbrex pressed forward, they encountered a peculiarly attired group approaching them. Leading the procession was a diminutive, hunched old man, yet he exuded formidable power and commanded respect and awe. With each step, his cane emitted a distinct clack against the ground. Trailing behind him were two rows of male and female priests, bearing ceremonial instruments that faintly hinted at a larger ritual formation.

The appearance of the group caused pedestrians to instinctively retreat, creating a path for their passage. Even Celeste and Umbrex couldn't help but furrow their brows and make way. As the procession passed by, the leader's gaze swept over them like lightning, as if attempting to read their minds.

In that fleeting moment, it felt as though an eternity had passed. It was only once the procession had completely vanished from view that Celeste and Umbrex snapped back to reality. The penetrating gaze of the old man felt like a distant reverie.

“That group is f