According to the church's ancient texts, the Lord of Black Mist was a god born alongside the world.
He transcended time and space, existing independently of the real world.
Whenever He answered His believers' summons, all manner of major events would inevitably occur.
It seemed this time would be no exception.
After all, in the entire Black Mist Church, no one understood the Lord of Black Mist better than he did.
Could it be related to the Ninth Calamity? Tasenk guessed inwardly.
Several years ago, the Ninth Calamity descended, bringing collapse in its wake. Any words used to describe the disaster it caused would have seemed pale and powerless.
Although the Black Mist Church had not been greatly affected, they still remembered clearly the catastrophe that had swept across Kolo.
Could the Ninth Calamity be connected to the Lord of Black Mist? Had this descent actually been meant to destroy the entire world?
Countless thoughts surfaced in Tasenk's mind. The more he thought, the more frightened he became, until he finally forced himself to bury those speculations deep inside.
"Great immortal existence, Lord of Black Mist who endures eternally, please descend with Your Divine Domain and let the world turn according to Your will."
Tasenk knelt on the ground and cried out devoutly.
Whatever petty thoughts he had once harbored had long since been ground away beneath the boundless pressure. Now, only reverence and fear remained.
"Great immortal existence, Lord of Black Mist who endures eternally, please bestow Your divine oracle and let the world turn according to Your will."
The other believers also spoke up one after another, their words carrying a trace of fervor.
Originally, they had gathered here because Sainia was about to hold the Grand Flower Expo, and their identities varied greatly.
As for worshipping the