Lionheart Castle.
In the Lower City District.
In the sewer flowing with foul water, a man in a white robe stood on the ground, his feet untouched by dust, communicating with a group of gaunt paupers.
His voice was calm and steady, propagating his own philosophy to everyone, a notion that seemed almost cult-like.
Convincing people to die in delusion in an anticipated way.
However, all the audience present were crazy and fanatical about what the white-robed man said, as if he was uttering some profound truth.
"The Delusional Demon is the true Savior," said a teenager in the midst of conversation, "Only the Delusional Demon is truly willing to understand our pleas and allow us to die a righteous death."
"Those people in the Upper District could never understand the greatness of the Delusional Demon," a middle-aged man beside him nodded in agreement.
