"Great Twilight Sovereign, I am your most loyal servant, and I offer you rich flesh and blood as a sacrifice, humbly beseeching a sliver of power as a reward.
Praise be to you, ruler of ancient days, eternal Twilight Sovereign..."
In a small town about two hundred kilometers from Green City, a gloomy voice slowly emanated from a cellar corner of a dark, dilapidated manor.
If commoners heard this terrifying intonation, they would undoubtedly fall into madness.
For this was the prayer of Evil God believers, an offering to those malevolent beings lurking in the abyss, the most chilling horror to the bone.
But just outside the cellar, the idle chatter of two bored young men seemed to dispel much of this malicious atmosphere.
"Big Head, do you think it's true that my girlfriend said she was staying over at her bestie's house last night?"
The voice made it clear that they were two adventurers from the Lost Plane—those famously known as—silly players.
