"Great Lord of the Border Prison..."
"Enemy of the Gods! Enemy of the Gods!"
"Homage to the merciful and holy Lord! King of Hell!"
The chaotic voices gradually became clear.
Just by opening the window, one could hear the gradually majestic sound waves, and even, surges of people like tides, rising and falling in worship.
A sea of blackness.
Like refugees on the run, the worshippers, who had endured great hardships, crossed the extremely long distance, evaded the church's pursuit, passed through weird realms sprouting from dreams, and finally jumped down the scar, falling into the Gate of Hell.
They cared not if their clothes were ragged, nor if their bodies were incomplete...
After abandoning the gods, they did not hesitate to worship the devil.
Craftily fallen, yet seeking no wealth, nor any condition.
They wanted to die.
They wanted nothing.
Just wanted to die... to completely end it all, to die thoroughly.
