"The Night Apostles?" Sarah repeated the name, but she didn't seem to know who I was talking about.
Unlike her, the other four girls knew exactly which group I meant.
Erina was the first to break the silence. "They're a cult. Their members call themselves followers of Hel, the goddess of ice and cold. Honestly, what a troublesome group."
"Hel." Hearing the goddess's name, Sarah swallowed hard. When she was younger, she used to be afraid whenever Ms. Grace told stories about Hel—the half-living, half-dead goddess who ruled over a frozen hell, where she received warriors who had not died honorable deaths.
Alicia, who had discovered her fear of the undead in the mine, looked particularly frightened at the mention of corpses.
Justine spoke, trying to remain calm. "They believe that Hel was wronged, and that she should be the true goddess of this world—the one who should rule it. They believe that only the death brought by Hel can cleanse the impurities of this world."
