Ande knelt on the altar, the wooden carving at the center radiating a dark light.
Beneath the altar was a group of people dressed in black, each whispering, praying fervently to some existence.
Ande adjusted his monocle, his expression somber.
It had been a long time since he had received a response from his lord.
He had no idea what was happening in the Dream World.
After the synchronization rights of the players were revoked, he was forced to remain on Earth, unable to traverse the two worlds freely. His communication with the lord had been intermittent previously but had completely ceased recently.
If it weren't for the strength still flowing into his body from the statue of the lord, he would have thought that the lord had abandoned him.
"Lord, please cast your gaze upon us and guide your lost believers," he pleaded.
Ande prostrated himself on the ground, while a believer next to him, with a vacant look, slashed his own neck, then collapsed at the center of the altar.