Chains wrapped around his wrists.
His knees rested on black stone.
Around him—
Cultists chanted.
Hundreds of them.
Their voices echoed endlessly.
A massive demonic altar towered overhead.
Someone stepped forward.
"...The sacrifice is prepared."
Kai tried to move.
Nothing.
The chains tightened.
Above him—
A monstrous shadow slowly descended.
Dozens of glowing eyes opened.
A claw reached toward him.
The cultists cheered.
"For Azathoth!"
The claw pierced his chest.
Pain.
Then darkness.
CRACK.
The world shattered.
---
Kai gasped.
His heart slammed once.
Then stopped again.
Somewhere—
Far away—
Dr. Z cursed.
"...Again?"
Mana surged violently through Kai's body.
He couldn't breathe.
His lungs refused to move.
Everything became white.
---
Cold.
Very cold.
Kai slowly opened his eyes.
He was tied to a stone altar.
His arms stretched outward.
Around him—
People wearing rabbit masks.
Children.
Women.
Old men.
All smiling.
A priest approached.
He carried a silver bowl.
And a knife.