"Woooooo..."
The resounding blast of a horn echoed across this remote region of the universe. Countless angels flew out from their realms, while the realms began to revolve in circles.
Galen hovered above the very center of all the realms, gazing coldly down at the countless beings bustling below as if they were ants. A cruel smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"You were all created by me. I gave you life, faith, happiness, everything. Now it's time for you to repay me! Sacrifice your souls to help me summon the Realm of the Vast King. This is your destiny—and your honor!"
Though Galen radiated boundless holy light, he looked like a hideous demon crawling out of the depths of hell: cold and merciless, even toward his most devout followers.
The beings below, busy setting up the formations, had no idea that the god they worshipped day and night had utterly abandoned them. Their fate had long been sealed, and now they were building their own graves!
Crack, crack!
The realms spun through the void along mysterious paths, soon tracing out countless enormous formations. A host of strange runes lit up in the void as an inexplicable power began to spread.
"Altar!"
Galen called out softly. He pointed down with his right hand, and a huge altar appeared out of thin air. Amidst a rumble, it descended into the very center of the formation.
Galen had forged this altar using countless rare treasures. To obtain them, he had repeatedly risked discovery by sneaking into the Primordial World.
The altar was covered in strange, bizarre characters. Like tadpoles, they swam across its surface, emanating waves of soul-shaking Exotic Power. A faint Holy Hymn drifted out from within the altar.
Galen flashed to the altar's side. Two cruel, vicious gleams