"No!"
The King of the Underground People screamed and roared, feeling the sky collapse. The tribe of the Underground People was like useless trash, abandoned by the Dark Night World, so repulsive in their filth that it didn't even want to look at them again.
Is this the sorrow of being a servant?
"Great God of the Dark Night, you cannot treat the Underground People this way. For so many years, the Underground People have devoted everything to your will, you cannot do this! You promised us, we would become great in this world because of your supreme glory, that you would nurture our tribe to become..."
Such scenes of abandonment and betrayal, the several Stigmata Sorcerers were long accustomed to.
