Only Laine knew why he was truly there.
Walking through the cold, damp tunnel, Laine participated in a more secretive gathering.
The chaos of the party was indescribable in words (for fear of censorship). The "artists" indulgently and frantically sought to amplify society's desires through various means. They sought to discover beauty and pleasure, immerse themselves in more brutal enjoyments and repulsive perverse gratifications, loudly plotting on how to eradicate cults that emphasize virtue and discipline, and how to transform Marinburg into a "land of absolute beauty."
"Anything that obstructs the eyes from appreciating aesthetics is like boiling poison in the veins; it must be eliminated or transformed!" declared a supposedly respected and cultured artist insanely in the damp, cold basement.
"Agreed!"
"In favor!"
"Exactly!"
The twisted "artists" responded madly.
