Large numbers of Orefiends were swept along by the celebrating crowds toward the altar outside the city.
Aside from the Orefiends themselves, most of the revelers already knew what awaited them. Yet none of them found it particularly cruel. On the contrary, they treated it like a wonderfully entertaining spectacle.
That feverish atmosphere spread throughout the entirety of Fallen Revelry.
The Orefiends, having forgotten everything, drowned themselves in an ocean of joy. Without even realizing it, they entered the range of the altar.
And those who had been celebrating beside them only moments ago had, at some point, vanished from their surroundings.
By the time the Orefiends came back to their senses, they were shocked to discover that the once-lively procession now consisted of only their own people.
"Old York, what's going on? Wasn't that elf girl really into you just now? Where did she go?"
"No idea… maybe something came up?"
