Oracle of Ashes

At the beginning of the villainous campaign, the soul-transported sacrifice was reborn as a caged sacrifice, and the memory was full of the dark history of the original owner being spurned. Enduring my weakness and hunger, I looked around at the eager sacrificers. They chanted a language that did not belong to me, and looked forward to a bloody ceremony destined to "save the world" with excited eyes. I raised my lips slightly, hiding the last glimmer of clarity that belonged to the modern elite in my eyes. Since you have to live again, then follow my rules. After all, they probably never thought that the knife in the hand of the sacrifice could also cut off the "god's throat."