Although they believed in deities, they had never witnessed a miracle.
Instead, what descended upon them first was a disaster akin to the advent of demons.
As time passed, the black mud that seemed alive even mutated.
One after another, these frightening, black figures began to emerge from the black mire flowing in the streets, embarking on indiscriminate slaughter of all life around.
In an instant, the entire city was swept by chaos and flames.
Countless innocents perished under the inexplicable catastrophe.
Although the churches also brought out their Sealed Objects and set up refuges and quarantine zones around the temples, it was but a drop in the bucket for Orn City, with its population of over 800,000.
It was in this dire moment that someone unexpected stood up.
In the middle of the City Square.
