"The Centennial Feast is about to begin once again."
"Yes, another hundred years has passed. This time, I am determined to seize more opportunities."
A voice filled with fierce energy replied.
"It's time. The Immortal Court—I intend to claim it as my own." Another voice, strong and resonant like a symphony of tones, echoed through the air.
"Will we perform the blood sacrifice again, using human flesh and their spirit blood?"
"This Centennial Feast is different from the past ones. They say it will revive the glory of ten thousand years ago. Our chance has come."
"We must be careful not to attract that person's attention."
"Once I acquire the body of the Dark God, that person will be no threat. The first thing I will do when I escape is kill him!"
"Ridiculous. The one who will gain the body of the Dark God should be me."
"No, it will be me."
"It's me!"