"Praise the Progenitor!"
"Praise the Progenitor for granting us courage, strength, and wisdom!"
"Praise the Progenitor!"
"Praise the True Demons, sea demons, liches, and those guests from the Starry Sky beneath the Progenitor's glory!"
"Praise the Progenitor!"
"Praise the earth splitting beneath our feet, praise the sun rising above our heads, praise that ancient fortress before us, which gives us the chance to face the greatest fear in our hearts!"
Sir Ulrich descended from the sky and prostrated himself atop an altar forged from corpses and lava. He raised both hands high, as if offering invisible sacrifices. His voice fell upon the land, muffled yet resounding:
"We pray for the Progenitor's blessing! We pray for the Progenitor to grant us courage and strength! Let red flames and cold blood water our parched souls!"
"Praise the Progenitor!" Tens of thousands of demons roared and shouted across the battlefield, smearing their faces with the wizards' blood as the utmost display of devotion to the Progenitor.
"We have come!" Sir Ulrich abruptly rose to his feet, spreading his arms as though embracing the entire battlefield. A fanatical, intoxicated expression filled his face:
"To bear the Progenitor's glory is both a heavy burden and a great honor!"
"In Black Prison, our souls cannot return to the eternal paradise within the Progenitor's gaze! Thus, we praise the Progenitor—we pray for ourselves."
"We see! This is not our world!"
"We conquer! Our prayers are in the Progenitor's name!"
"Praise the Progenitor!!"
With that final chant of praise, excitement and frenzy flooded the minds of every demon. This was a shamanic ritual led by the Arch Liches. Other than the high-ranking demons, who were less affected, even the insect monsters that had fallen from Leviathan were swept up in the demons' burning fervor and lost their reason.