"Accept our worship, Demon Emperor!"
"Accept our worship, Demon Emperor!"
"We live for you, and we die for you!"
"We live for you, and we die for you!"
In a vast, silent, dark cave, fifteen figures clad in black cloaks knelt before a towering statue.
The statue depicted a man five meters tall. His face was stern and cold, framed by slightly pointed ears reminiscent of an elf.
His hair was short, and his right hand gripped a black sword.
The statue loomed in a proud, commanding stance. Any onlooker would feel a chill of fear, for it was the very figure that had brought the continent to the brink of ruin—the Demon Emperor, Zerathos.
As the fifteen cloaked worshippers chanted, the sound of footsteps echoed from a passageway to the right.
Soon, a tall man in a black cloak and mask appeared.
The fifteen figures flinched slightly. When they recognized him, they immediately ceased their worship of the statue.
One of them rose and stepped forward, then knelt on one knee.
