At the former site of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, dozens of figures lay prostrate on the ground, their bodies trembling under the terrifying pressure.
They called out for the Empress and loyalty from their lips.
The dense dark clouds in the sky, the lightning that tore through the night, the thick blood-red glow... none of it resembled a righteous god.
But does it matter whether it's a righteous god or not?
All they knew was that behind Rose Vesper stood a powerful being, an existence they could never hope to contend with, one before which even Augustus, the Pope, was but a lowly ant.
In such a situation, what choice was there but to submit? Did they no longer value their lives?
Looking at the figures kneeling all around, Rose Vesper's body trembled slightly—not from fear, but from excitement.
This was the scene she had longed to see.
Her vanity was satisfied as never before at this moment.
