At this moment, the whole world was on the brink of being completely swallowed and engulfed in the sea of evil beasts that were trampling and killing everything in its wake.
At the same time, the inhabitants of this world who didn't believe in such a thing called God or even knew about such a notion started to pray to God in their despair.
They were all desperate, hopeless, and were hanging on a thread. And now they had no choice but started believing in God as despair and hopelessness gnawed at their insides even if they've never seen or heard of a Benevolent God before.
They believed that if there's an Evil God, there must be a Good and Benevolent God. As such, they all started to frantically pray for his or her rescue.
That was even more true for the tribes in the central continent. As the smallest of the five continents, it was the third continent on the verge of being completely engulfed and swallowed by the flood of the evil beasts.
