Redwellgerg.
Also known as Storm City, it was the heartland of the Storm Church and the holy land of all Storm Believers, for their great Lord of Storms resided here.
The original Redwellgerg had still looked like the holy land people conventionally imagined. Everything appeared sacred and awe-inspiring, naturally filling people with a sense of reverence.
But ever since the Storm Church heeded the Lord of Storms' divine oracle, cooperated with Fallen Fire Twilight, and purged a number of disobedient church members, this place had changed completely.
The Lord of Storms had fallen into slumber, seemingly repairing His injuries.
Before His slumber, He had bestowed upon His followers what He called "new power."
It was Ashes.
Mostly corruption and Pain.
Ordinary lifeforms would likely have long since turned into nourishment upon touching it.
But the Lord of Storms possessed some special method that allowed His followers to retain some of their sanity while merging with its power, using it to strengthen their faith in "storms."
The disobedient church members had been purged.
Those left behind were fanatical or resigned believers. More or less, they had accepted this "new power," transforming from solemn, well-dressed followers into horrifying, festering, rotten things no longer shaped like humans.
Redwellgerg had been corroded as well.
Starting from the Storm God Palace, it had been stained scarlet and begun to emit a foul stench.
Such a sight naturally shattered the faith of some former believers, but they were either assimilated or turned into nourishment.
All these changes had originated from the Lord of Storms' divine oracle, yet He still had not revealed Himself.
It was as though He were brewing something.
But Fallen Fire Twilight had long known the truth behind His scheme.
He was not asleep at this moment.
But Fallen Fire Twilight was not