Japan War Zone, Hokkaido.
In the cavernous underground space, survivors packed together like rats hiding beneath the earth stared fanatically at the woman at the front.
Before the middle-aged woman in white robes, an eerily brilliant orb of light shone on one awakened after another, as though it were a source of power.
"Remember! This is the Amaterasu God granting you power!"
"Our god has already given us guidance! To restore our glory, we must reclaim everything that belongs to us!"
"Offer the blood and souls of those Chinese pigs to our god!"
"The more we sacrifice, the greater the power we will receive!"
Bathed in the light, the woman's expression looked somewhat crazed.
She roughly grabbed a young man with an Asian face and shoved him onto the execution platform beneath the orb with one hand.
With a crack, an axe coated in scraps of flesh and blood easily split the young man's head open.
As the young man died, a faint wisp of milky-white mist was immediately absorbed into the orb.
On the right side of the underground space, the many Chinese survivors taken captive watched the woman and the ongoing ritual in despair and terror.
Severed heads lay piled at her feet.
Thick blood covered the floor, yet the Japan War Zone survivors kneeling below showed no fear at the horrific scene. They merely licked the blood from the ground, their eyes filled with fanaticism.
It was as though the blood shed by their fellow humans were the sweetest nectar, a source of power.
Everyone waited eagerly, hoping the Amaterasu God would call their name and make them the next lucky recipient of power!
"Kill them! Hurry up and kill them!"
"We'll take back everything that's ours! Revenge!"
"Let these pigs die! They don't deserve power!"
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