Underground, in a spacious hall, the flame in the corner burned silently.
In this hall, more than ten to twenty black-robed figures stood, their wide hats obscuring their faces, adding a touch of eerie silence to the already quiet atmosphere.
At that moment, from the front left, came the sound of footsteps, like leather shoes stepping on the floor.
A middle-aged man in a red robe walked slowly towards them.
He looked around thirty or forty years old, with fluffy curly hair and a smile on his face, giving a sense of warmth and kindness,
"Greetings, Lord Bishop!"
More than twenty black-clad figures uniformly kneeled on one knee, looking at the red-robed man with eyes full of respect.
"With Lord Black Demon above."
The red-robed man showed an expression of devotion, touching his fingers to his body a few times and looking diagonally upwards.
Then he slowly lowered his head and his smile became even more gentle, "Stand up, everyone."
