Odin is rushing, almost running through the long and tall hallway in the palace of Usherminia if not for his dignity as a senior priest.

  His importance in the sanctum as a white-robed priest of the royal palace is immense. Even if it's not as high as that high priest, it's still no less than any other white priest.

  If he can do his role this time properly then there's a chance he can take the position of the high priest and later even the bishop of the tower of holy, who knows.

  A sly grin appears in odins face, this time with the help of House Avalon, he will succeed, for sure.

  The wide and large door to the temple room opens as Odin appears among all the other white priests.

  Upon entering he catches the eyes of his most hated predator, the high priest.

  He looks at Odin with a dissatisfied glare and hushes to him

  "Do you think any of your work is more important than this!"

  Odin grinds his teeth in silence not daring to show impoliteness in front of him. With a nod, he walks to greet the king of Usharminia who is sitting at the focal point of the room. He bows before him and walks straight to fill the last group of priests.

  There are seven groups of priests, each forming a circle around a differently shaped and coloured altar, holding each other's hands. Each group comprises five priests, a mix of white priests and junior priests who wear grey robes. There are also temple servants, who wear brown robes, present here to help with the extra mana in this grand ritual.

  These servants of the temple are basically new recruits in the temple. They will become the junior priests in future. Odin himself was once a servant of the temple. He made a long journey. But today he will definitely make sure to reach out to one of the heroes that will be summoned here under this bright night sky.

  They have worked so hard for three years to gather the oracle stones and sent them to find the heroes that will save this world in this crisis.

  The high priest stands in the centre of the room spreading both his hands with a stuff in one hand he looks up where there is no roof to block the sky anymore, he screams "TODAY IS THE DAY WHEN WE PERFORM THE LEGENDARY RITUAL, HERO SUMMON" everyone in the room holds their breath and braces themselves for the biggest international ritual in multiple centuries.

  The high priest takes a dramatic pause before he continues "CHARGE YOUR MANA, IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY SELFIA, WE ONCE AGAIN SUMMON THE LEGENDARY ORACLED SEVEN HEROES"

  With the finishing remark, everyone in every circle charges their mana into the altars in front of them. They all repeat the same prayer. As the wind gets stronger the alters glows brighter in their respective colours. Red, green, blue, golden, orange, purple and silver. Then seven electric strikes descend on seven altars in that room.

  No ones panicking. Everyone's concentration is fixed on casting even though the strong wind is making it hard to put in one place without faltering at all. They are all sweating and grinding to squeeze out every bit of their mana. Odin is also squeezing his eyes trying his best to hold on till the end. He won't give up, he never gave up. That is the reason he is here today.

  Right after the electric rope binds the alters connecting them to the sky, the presented servants of the temple start to channel their mana to the priests who are performing the ritual directly.

  The high priest also prays and performs his part pointing his staff to the sky he is praying and channelling his mana to the sky.

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  The king is also sweating even though he isn’t taking part in this ritual. But he is nervous what if it fails, he will be held accountable by the nations all around the world who invested in this ritual. All the novels from different country is waiting for success in his palace right now. It will be more horrifying than the sky right now screaming like a thunder beast roar. The lightning that emerges from the dark clouds feels like it will tear apart the space itself in any given moment.

  In the blink of an eye, seven magic circle tower forms circling the seven alters. And it's also gone in the second leaving behind seven people in the place of seven alters.

  Odin finally opens his eyes to see the successful result of the ritual. And what his eyes meet is unmountable silence that descended in the room right now.

  No one is talking. Everyone's eyes were fixated on the seven people that they did so much to bring here.

  Five males and two females. One of them is sitting in a comically weird position though. He came out of the blue altar. He stands up in a hurry and straightens himself. All of the seven people are wearing a confused look.

  Some of them are even being cautious. Some are totally bewildered.

  The one male who came out of the red altar is wearing a full white suit and a cover on his head, he is supposed to be the sword hero according to the altar. A sword-like handle is even in his hand already but instead of a blade, it's replaced with a thin stick. The first thing he does after arriving, is remove the headpiece. He has a cautious look but fits the picture of a hero perfectly.

  The hero from the green altar is the bow hero. He seems quite amazed by the turns of the event. He looks quite agile from his posture.

  The spear hero from Silver Alter is actually a female. She looks like in her late 20's. She is also being quite cautious and a bit confused.

  The first hero from the orange alter looks big. His build is like a golem human. He is visibly angry because he is confused. He keeps huffing as if searching for something to punch.

  The healer hero from the golden altar is the second female. She looks the most confused of all. She was also pointing her hands up as if holding something invisible when she arrived at first. Then quickly put them down.

  Then comes the shield hero from the blue altar. He is the one who was sitting in a weird posture. His bum was up and head down. Such an undignified position.

  Then comes the magician hero from the purple altar. He is quite dignified but seems impatient or maybe just quick. He is the one who breaks the silence in the room.

  It's clear that just like history says, the sword hero is indeed always the strongest. Odin thinks that now he just has to make this young hero on his side and his long dream will be even closer.

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  The ritual finally ends and the first thing that happens is that people fall unconscious one after another. Some who lost too much mana in this were mostly the junior priests and the servants of the temple.

  The stand-by servants of the temple who didn't take part in the ritual rush to take the fallen ones to the holy of holies. Where they will be given the basic healing magic and medication.

  The king sighs in relief. It worked. Cause he didn't plan what to do if it didn’t work.

  All seven heroes are confused for now. But it's ok he will explain everything and provide all the help he can. This way the heroes will side with him and his powers will grow as a nation. High risk comes with high gain. He risked all in this ritual now it's time to gain high

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  All the heroes are of different ages and are wearing really weird clothes. Indeed this proves that they summoned the right people. After that, that is what is written in the history of '*legendary seven hero summon*'.

  He is truly proud today. He achieved something so remarkable that he can't even describe it. As a high priest, he oversaw this legendary ritual.

  Selfia will be really happy to hear his achievement. And maybe even make him a closer apprentice. He can't help but feel such happiness every time he thinks about Selfia. The presence he felt that day, the voice.

  These heroes are here to serve Selfia. They will make the path easier for Selfia to reign and bless this world.

  He is happy, truly happy.