Now, he needed to verify a hypothesis of his.
.....
Tick-tock~
Tick-tock~ Tick-tock~
Several black-robed followers were hung upside down, blood seeping from their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.
Large pools of blood dripped onto the ground, forming a sea of blood.
In the blood pool, thirty or so suffering nuns gathered in a circle, chanting in a melodious and eerie tone.
As they chanted, the upside-down followers began to chant together.
Their blood seeped more violently, yet there was no sign of pain on their faces, instead, there was an indescribable pleasure.
"Great Three Gods, you grant true suffering to the world, giving all the world's hardships a place to belong, making us who live in illusion feel real!"
Accompanied by the final chanting voice.
Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~
Streams of faith power, tainted by blood, began rushing towards the mural across the blood pool.
The mural, having devoured the power of faith, flashed with a ghostly light.
