"Crash~" The howling waves pounded heavily on the dock of the Land of Divine Descent, a miraculous place situated beneath the sea yet avoided by the ocean.
As the headquarters of the Futan Sect, this place seemed blessed to remain tranquil for years, but now things have changed. The surrounding seawater came to life; the waves seemed angered by the scene on the island.
"Drip," a drop of blackened corpse fluid slowly descended from the sky, landing on the face of an old man with an octopus tattoo.
Turbid yellowing eyes slowly raised, gazing at the steel cross towering above the crowd, where a rotten humanoid octopus monster hung, its decayed and glaring horizontal eyes filled with resentment.
Resemblance to the God signifies greater acceptance by the Futan God; every member who has undergone the anointment ceremony holds an extraordinary position within the Futan Sect.
Yet the once revered adults hung like tattered sacks on the racks,
