Millions of people, driven by faith and loyalty, became victims of their own devotion. The once-thriving island country fell into chaos as the majority, now aware of the fatal consequence, struggled to break free from the ritual's grip. The air echoed with desperate pleas and cries as the citizens, afraid to meet their untimely end, grappled with the cruel reality of their blind allegiance.
In the end, only a minority managed to escape the clutches of the ritual, their survival a testament to the few who recognized the impending danger in time. The royal square, once filled with the hum of prayers, now stood as a haunting testament to the cost of blind faith and the devastating consequences of loyalty gone awry.
The intense, concentrated red demonic mana was visible even to those without magical training, a vivid manifestation of the dark forces unleashed.
