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「Fifteen minutes ago.」
Father Natas carried an old-fashioned oil lamp, descending at a steady pace down the black stone steps that had been carved out over a century ago, heading deep underground.
Before long, Natas reached a dim, candlelit cavern. The air was thick with a putrid stench that had steeped for a century. But to him, the smell—strong enough to make a person vomit on the spot—was as refreshing as the aroma of food in a fine restaurant.
An Inverted Pentagram Array was painted on the cavern floor in black and red pigment. It was filled with densely packed ancient text and symbols that looked as if they were formed from bloody, severed limbs—baring fangs and brandishing claws, twisted and evil, making no attempt to hide their malevolence.
In front of the Inverted Pentagram Array stood an altar, upon which lay an open Ancient Book. The illustrations inside were bloody and cruel, depicting the many atrocities Demons committed after taking control of the Mortal World.
