The man held the heart he had just carved from his own body in both hands, raising it high above his head. His eyes were filled with fanaticism as he stared at the central altar.
"Master of the Profound Abyss, I pray you grant me peace!"
After a roar that sounded like an Abyssal Creature's, he placed the bloody heart on the altar, even reverently adding it to a stack forming a Pyramid.
Finally, he staggered to the other side and, like the others who had already made their sacrifice, lay down on the ground with a smile, as if he had already found his peace.
One after another, handsome men and beautiful women emerged from the crowd, repeating the act of carving out their hearts for sacrifice. The entire process was orderly and methodical.
Wei'en stared blankly at the scene before him, a sight that overturned his understanding of the world. The fervent gazes, the devout praises, and finally, the frenzied acts...
"They…"
