Konordel City.
In the outskirts, within a certain farm.
In a somber warehouse.
"No … spare me, please spare me!"
A white man tied to a stone pillar, looking at the blood stains splattered all around and the basin full of bloody eyeballs on the opposite side, can't help but scream in despair.
"Bacter, didn't you always crave for the power of mystery?"
A cultist of the Evil God wearing a black robe sneered, "Now ... offer your eyes, and you will perceive the divine, returning to the embrace of the Divine ..."
"No …"
Tears and other fluids splatter from Bacter's eyes. He is just an ordinary salaried man, trying hard to change his fate. If he had known things would turn out like this, he would have rather died than join this heretical sect.
"Ah!"
Next moment, a heart-rending scream echoed from the warehouse, but because the location was so remote, with few people coming and going, no outsider could hear it.
