Just before the break of dawn, the sky had already become bright. Many of the tents that were there were shined upon.
In the place where a queue was usually made, there was currently no one there.
Because there were mysterious explosions and tremors with unknown causes that continuously occurred throughout the night, the people had separated themselves from the crowd of tents.
One tent had been sucked into the ground.
A hole had opened up.
Sand fell into a conical shape, and that hole widened.
Surrounding and watching it at a distance, the people raised screams saying that either the world was ending or that the lid of hell had been opened.
A tornado spouted out from the hole.
Stones and sand, even a portion of the tent that had fallen in were blown up into the sky and fell down into the surroundings.
Massive things that couldn’t be lifted unless done by a great number of people were falling down from the sky as if it were rain.
The people raise screams, and trembled in fear.
And then, they saw it.
From the bottom of the hole, an altar was rising up.
Several young girls were huddled together.
The one standing at the center of the altar was a man wearing black garments. He was growing horns.
Someone muttered this.
──It’s the Demon King.
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