A burning sensation was felt by all the people present inside the Alliance Hall, their prayers becoming louder and louder, making Dexter more excited.
"LEAD US!"
BOOM!
A small crater formed where Dexter's demonic form had stood. With his guttural roar, he silenced all the believers who looked at him with a mixture of excitement and fear, causing them all to kneel.
Bright knelt in front of Dexter, his eyes shining with full admiration.
"DARE SUCH VAIN AND SOULLESS WRETCHES PRESUME TO CALL ME FORTH?!" Dexter's theatrical voice echoed throughout the hall.
"We do not dare!" Bright replied, smashing his head against the floor.
"BRING THE SLAVES!"
Chains rattled on the floor as tens of slaves, almost naked, were forcibly dragged towards Dexter's demonic form.
'Where the heck did these slaves come from…'
"O Demon! Please accept this small offering... Souls of the 'Worldless' who couldn't protect their own worlds. Make them your own."
