"Praise the Ancestor!"
"Praise the Ancestor for granting us courage, strength, and wisdom!"
"Praise the Ancestor!"
"Praise be to the True Monsters, Sea Demons, Witch Demons, and guests from the Starry Sky under the Ancestor's glory!"
"Praise the Ancestor!"
"Praise the cracked earth beneath our feet, the rising sun above our heads, and the ancient fortress before us, giving us the chance to face our deepest fears!"
The Duke descended from the sky, prostrating on an altar forged from bones and magma, raising his arms high as if bearing some invisible offering. His voice fell upon the earth, sounding both muffled and loud:
"We pray for the Ancestor's protection! We pray for the Ancestor to grant us courage and strength! Water our parched souls with red flames and cold blood!"
"Praise the Ancestor!" On the battlefield, tens of thousands of demons roared in unison, smearing the blood of wizards on their faces as the ultimate act of piety to the Ancestor.
