On the icy altar, twelve-year-old Andrea had her eyes closed.
Since the sudden change in the prayer words earlier, she had been trying to reduce her awareness of the surrounding environment and block out the influence of sounds through a method similar to meditation.
Although her knowledge of Mysticism told her that this incorrectly conducted ritual would not actually draw the real power of the Evil God, Andrea was still a bit scared.
God said that death is just another beginning, but some deaths could directly become the end.
"Ah——"
"..."
"Roar——"
"..."
With her eyes tightly closed, Andrea faintly heard a woman's angry shout that reached right into her soul, followed by a continuous deep roar.
The warehouse in this remote city seemed to have turned into an Abyss that could imprison deities, and those believers who were just talking had turned into Demonic Monsters, baring their teeth and claws around her.
'Goddess...I won't be afraid!'
