The second round is undoubtedly the home turf of Bazatous' followers.
They possess the most fervent faith in the Abyss, worshipping those nameless beings, even willing to offer themselves as bait to them.
Blind faith is the cause of death for Bazatous' devotees.
Flor briefly reflected on past festivals he had participated in, "If you're lucky enough to completely rid yourself of competitors in the first two rounds, the Master will reward your wisdom in the third round, where you can learn the truth of this world."
His gaze suddenly became solemn, as if a black flame, piercing through all mysteries, was burning in his dark pupils.
"The Chosen Ones, the rightful gods, the Old Gods, the Elemental Elves, and even the world itself..."
Flor's voice seemed to merge with an echo from afar, "That is why you are here, isn't it?"
