An ancient altar stretched as far as the eye could see.
The ancient altar was encircled by the black tail feathers of one-eyed crows, a symbol of darkness and depravity. Heavy breathing sounds rose and fell in the silent night.
The altar was covered in crimson satin. Drops of dark gold blood slowly dripped from the satin, pooling into patches of eerie light.
Watching the scene change before her eyes, Nancy Stuart's jaw dropped in astonishment once again.
She was no naive damsel, and she had even seen her fair share of bloody spectacles. But this was the first time she had ever seen such a magnificent Cult altar.
And what's more, this was all constructed by one person inside a dream.
Even she, who had eaten the flesh of a Succubus, couldn't do something like this.
"We need a Bed of Calamity here."
Lian continued.
Instantly, countless Beds of Calamity, built from mounds of human bones, erupted from the ground.
They stacked 999 layers high, stretching up beyond sight.
