"We are born with sin, darkness hidden deep within our souls. Our survival only exacerbates the spread of darkness, and only death can put an end to it all."
In the dim longhouse, a man stood before the fire pit, chanting in a somber voice. Accompanied by his hoarse sounds, the others in the longhouse kneeled down together, whispering something in low tones, their voices converging into chaotic murmurs.
Everyone present was a member of the Apocalypse Society. As a heretical group, their ideology was quite simple: absolute death, the end of all things. The final outcome for every small faction within the society was a collective death, which made it difficult for outsiders to study their existence. Usually, all that remained were corpses scattered around.
