"Gusta, it seems you've encountered some trouble."
The voice of the mysterious entity was calm and collected, yet carried an undeniable gloom.
"Please forgive me, Supreme Lord, it's my poor command!"
Gusta, full of terror, knelt on the ground, hastily bowing toward the direction of the Light Sanctuary's Main Temple.
"Rise."
The mysterious entity's voice remained steady, saying indifferently: "Although the appearance of the otherworlder was within my expectations, the offensive seems stronger than I imagined, but that's all there is to it."
"Supreme Lord, then your meaning is...?"
Realizing he hadn't been blamed, a glimmer of joy flickered on Gusta's solemn face as he inquired again.
"I permit you to mobilize all the forces of the Light Sanctuary, let those vile otherworld scum learn their stupidity and powerlessness."
