"You have disappointed me greatly..." A majestic voice rang out, carrying an undeniable weight of oppression.
"Great Lord of Lava, please give your humble believers another chance. We will surely spread lava throughout the world and raise an undying divine flame in your honor..."
Being abandoned by the deity they worshipped was a catastrophe of world-shattering proportions for any devout believer.
Inside an underground temple somewhere on the Terra Continent.
Goting, the Pontiff of the Orthodox Church, knelt on the ground, offering heartfelt repentance to the statue before him.
Intense fear battered his mind, causing even his mental space and soul to tremble violently.
"Great Lord of Lava, please give your humble believers another chance..."
Even Goting's voice trembled.
He pleaded with every ounce of his strength.
At last.
The majestic, unquestionable voice rang out again, carrying a peculiar cadence.
"For the sake of my devout believer Nate, who pleaded on your behalf, I will give you one final chance..."
"Thank you, my lord. I will spare no effort..." Goting was ecstatic.
Red lava patterns lit up across his charred body.
"My Divine Emissary will come in person. Obey him and assist him... He will blanket the world in lava."
"Remember..." The Lord of Lava's voice began to grow distant and ethereal.
"This is your final chance... Your final chance..."
Only several minutes later did Goting slowly raise his head and look at the statue, which had fallen still again.
A smile of narrow escape spread across his face.
"Thank you, my lord... Thank you, my lord."
Only then did his thoughts, previously frozen by fear, begin to function again.
"Just now... Did my lord mention... Nate... Is he still alive?"
Delighted surprise appeared on Goting's face.
On the one hand, the news that his old friend was still alive