Inside the amusement park.
In that wasteland.
Mercer stood where the withered banyan tree once was, watching the silhouette of the person playing the piano in the fog, slowly putting away his flute.
At that moment, the torchlight throughout the wasteland took on a bloody hue.
Yet in the glow of the fire, only the shadows of those three bishops could be seen.
Although Mercer stood right in front of them, he seemed completely nonexistent.
He suddenly placed one hand over his left chest, bowed, and in a strange tone said, "Welcome to the human world."
The sound of the piano continued.
The outline of the pianist and the grand piano became clearer and clearer.
Yet only four people in attendance could hear this prolonged lullaby.
For the rest of the cultists had completely vanished into the fog.
As sacrifices, it wasn't just their blood that was offered, but their very beings...
At that time...
Bishop Aika of the Veda Sect coughed.
All of a sudden...
