Amoeba Instance Dungeon.
Across the boundless land, countless believers shaped like ants converged from all directions as if migrating.
At the center of the land stood a plain, silent High Tower built entirely of Obsidian.
Centered around the Black Tower, dense religious halls formed ring after ring of white circles, encircling and protecting it.
Looking down from high above, the constantly gathering believers knelt in reverent worship and slowly advanced toward the Black Tower, wave after wave.
Around the Black Tower, a middle-aged man in a long robe of sacred gold stood atop a white Sacred Tower slightly shorter than the Black Tower. His imposing presence commanded awe without anger.
He held a Parchment Book in his left hand and raised a scepter high in his right.
Looking at the fervent gazes below that stretched beyond sight, he slowly raised his scepter, and his voice instantly rang throughout the entire world.
"Praise Soul's Serenity!"
"May the Radiance of our Lord shine eternally!"
"Praise Soul's Serenity!"
Countless voices rang out in unison, and the entire world seemed to tremble beneath the prayer.
After completing the daily morning sacrificial ceremony held for the past ten years, the Pope, wearing a crown, looked toward the Grand Priest behind him.
"Begin the sermon. I may be staying in the Black Tower for the next week."
"If anything important needs handling, go to the Saintess. She will tell you what to do."
"Your command, Your Holiness."
With a slight nod, the middle-aged man known as the Pope slowly descended the High Tower as he watched the thirteen red-robed cardinals respectfully accept his orders.
As his gaze swept over the sacred halls and temples, a rare trace of confusion and bewilderment flickered through his eyes.
Ten years ago, this place had been barren. All it had