The crimson blood pool was boiling, and one by one, figures twisted in pain were hung upside down above the grand hall, their bodies covered with wounds, seeping blood that dripped down like a curtain of beads.
From time to time, a chilling pale fire would drift down from the void, scorching their bodies.
Yet, facing such agony, these people's faces not only showed no struggle or pain, but bore an indescribable honor and joy, with smiles of happiness at the corners of their mouths.
These were the most loyal senior followers of the Three Deceits Cult; only with such a status could they qualify to enjoy such 'Divine Grace' on the day of the Holy Son's birth.
Gray Robe, White Robe, and Red Robe, the three bishops half-kneeled at the very center of the blood pool, with two corpses, one male and one female, before them.
