The glow of flames lit up the night sky of the Okatob Plane. Magic-laden infernos did not so much as flicker beneath the howling winds. These fires, kept at a "just right" temperature, ensured that ordinary intelligent creatures could endure the utmost agony without dying too quickly. The Hurricane God Cult believers bound to ten thousand metal pillars had plenty of time to pray and wail. Their bodies, roasted into charcoal by the flames, and their shrill screams would also leave the pitiful onlookers of this disaster horrified and despairing!
For the unfortunate believers, the actions of the three Legendary professionals were undoubtedly a vicious scheme. Grand festivals of death and bloody slaughter were the best at breeding despair and terror, and the negative emotions produced as batch after batch of people died would in turn force the Pious Ones who believed in gods to pray without cease.
Perhaps the method of "killing the chicken to scare the monkeys" could not yield the greatest possible harvest of negative emotions in a very short time like the Dancing Sprite Prayer Torch, but it was destined to last longer and deliver contaminated faith into Atedilon's heart in an endless stream!
After all, no god's religious ceremony lasted this long, much less involved slaughtering believers on such a massive scale.
However... would this really work?
Floating in the sky, watching the summoned elemental soldiers bind another batch of struggling, sobbing believers to crimson metal pillars, watching the rekindled flames tear their skin apart and plunge them into unbearable agony, watching the other "spectators" tremble in terror as they prayed incoherently, the Legendary Knight in Golden Flash Armor rarely failed to show his twistedly delighted smile.
In fact, Kane's expression was now exceedingly grim...
"Is your plan really working, Sian? This 'ritual' has already