"Can anyone help me... Anyone will do, as long as someone can lend me a hand, I'm willing to devote the rest of my life..."
"Goddess Anya... King of the Storm... Paradise Master... Any of you will do!"
"I'll make sure to worship you properly!"
Moge cried out in prayer, the taste of blood foaming in his throat, but no response ever came. He could only hear the surrounding despairing cries and low moans, or the vicious curses.
"Do you really think the divinities would look our way!?"
"They're all blind, otherwise how could they possibly allow these bastards to torture us here!"
Moge turned a deaf ear to them, focusing on his own prayers, over and over again, over and over again... until all the sounds around him faded away, and even his own murmurs were almost gone.
What's going on?
Why has it suddenly become so quiet?
He blinked, forcing himself to lift his head.
