In an instant.
The entire stone chamber fell deathly silent.
Dozens of newly inducted cultists turned their bloodshot eyes toward him in unison, fixing him with unwavering stares.
The priest's sermon on the dais cut off abruptly.
The cold eyes hidden behind his Bone Mask radiated danger as they locked onto [You've Cried Already] like a venomous snake.
"What... did you say?" the priest asked, his voice hoarse and icy.
[You've Cried Already] froze, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
He knew he had said the wrong thing.
Here, in this cultist stronghold with its ironclad rules, where they would slice people up for research at the slightest disagreement.
He had suddenly shouted while a superior was addressing them, and used such bizarre language, too...
If this wasn't a fucking death trap, what was?
"I... I..."
[You've Cried Already] swallowed frantically, his mind completely blank. He had no idea how to explain himself.
Right at that critical moment!
[Give Me Your Phone], who stood beside him, reacted like lightning.
He whipped around, grabbed [You've Cried Already] by the shoulders, and shook him wildly while roaring at the top of his lungs:
"Yes! Holy shit!!!"
"Cousin! You finally felt it too!"
Shaken senseless, [You've Cried Already] looked utterly bewildered. "Felt... felt what?"
"The Holy Lord's supreme might!"
[Give Me Your Phone] spun around to face the priest on the dais, even squeezing out a few tears of fanatic devotion as he raised both arms:
"Forgive my cousin's outburst, Priest!"
"He was so excited because he had just closed his eyes and immersed himself deeply in your teachings!"
"That cry escaped his lips because, in the depths of his soul, he seemed to glimpse the Holy Lord's supreme might-the power to crush the very stars!"
"That power was too overwhelming, too magnificent!"