The dead-white eyeballs of the Master of Ceremonies spun wildly in their sockets, as if calculating something:
"What I mean is, we can use this host as bait to capture the Evil Sacrifice behind her."
Aside from the disproportionate strength if the Evil Sacrifice were truly to descend, the very notion was insane, each punctuation mark emanating a chilling madness.
The Master of Ceremonies' voice betrayed a thin sliver of uncontrollable excitement:
"We can wait, wait for her to grow, for her to become more perfect, for the Evil Sacrifice to completely choose her, and then at the moment it descends into her body…"
The Wild Beast was somewhat restless at the Master of Ceremonies' words, but still spoke coolly:
"No, doing this violates the action protocol, we should act immediately."
The Red Dragonfly licked his lips and offered a different opinion:
