Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

In the elf relic, Kafney, who was watching Maria chat with Bofis, suddenly became dazed and stood still, staring blankly ahead.


He turned around and asked with concern, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"


Kafney's deep red pupils instantly brightened, "I can feel it! Annan is watching me... just like Mr. Radiance watches me from the sky!"


Salvatore was somewhat perplexed, "What's wrong with Annan? What do you mean Mr. Radiance is watching you?"


He obviously wasn't quite accustomed to Princess Kafney's extremely abstract descriptions that required a mental sync to comprehend.


Meanwhile, Maria, who turned around upon hearing the conversation, quickly grasped the situation.


"...Is Annan looking at us through your eyes?"


She was clearly surprised, "Why can even you..."


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