Far away at the temporary base of the Red Dawn Cult, the atmosphere was very tense. General Amon, one of the six powerful generals of the cult, sat on a throne at the center of a dimly lit room.
The floor of the room was barely visible as it was covered by the people kneeling on the ground, even without anything forcing them.
While some other places were covered with unrecognizable things and materials, some of those who knelt before him did not dare to glance around but kept looking at the general from the corner of their eyes.
Only the people who have entirely incorporated the curse inside their soul were able to show emotions, which made some of the people in the room appear as if they were nothing but mindless puppets.