"What is it that you believe in? What do you call it..."
Hearing Colin's words, the old man clad in a red-striped white robe, his face covered in wrinkles, revealed a devout smile:
"My 'Master' is the arch-enemy of all evil, the light of hope that responds to the helpless...
"When that most wicked era descends, under the celebration of the thirteen chosen disciples, messengers, and those who follow and adore Him, He will cast His merciful gaze...
"His disciples will pave the way for us to a serene and peaceful future...
"..."
Listening to the other's words, Colin furrowed his brows; he just wanted to ask a name, to clarify some things, but why didn't it ever end?
As the thought flickered, he was about to interrupt the other party's monologue, when suddenly a chilling sensation arose.
At that moment, he vaguely felt as if something was watching him...
