CRASH— The howling waves pounded heavily on the docks of the Land of Divine Descent, a miraculous place situated beneath the sea yet somehow spared by the ocean.
As the headquarters of the Futan Sect, this place had seemingly been blessed with years of tranquility, but that had now changed. The surrounding seawater roiled to life, its waves appearing to surge with anger at the scene unfolding on the island.
DRIP. A drop of blackened corpse fluid slowly trickled from the sky, landing on the face of an old man with an octopus tattoo.
His cloudy, yellowed eyes slowly lifted to gaze at the steel cross that towered over the crowd. A rotting, humanoid octopus monster hung upon it, its decayed, wide-open horizontal eyes filled with resentment.
The closer one's appearance was to the God, the more one was accepted by the Futan God. Every member who had undergone the anointment ceremony held an extraordinary position within the Futan Sect.
