"Amaris, the redeemer of souls, the benevolent Corruptor, I ask of you in your name… Guide us so we can be strong once more. Anoint us with your illustrious wisdom. Sustain us with your gracious flame!"
The underground prison was now filled with the praying voices of the Beastmen.
There's a total of 155 beastmen within this underground cell. All of them are prisoners of war. Now, they have turned into Corrupted Beastmen serving the newbie Corruptor.
"Magenta, did you teach them that prayer? Isn't that a bit cringe?" Cyril asked after hearing them repeatedly voice their prayers.
'Redeemer of souls? Benevolent Corruptor? Where did that come from?'
"Master, you don't have to mind the details, that's just some ritual so they can fear and respect my name… Lower life forms like them needed that as their pillar of support in case they met troubles. You will understand that someday."
"Ugh… Fine. So, can they remove their chains now?" Cyril asked as he looked at the Beastmen.