Within the Sanctuary of the Altar, located in the Land of Destruction, a multitude of people gathered. Though no structures stood above ground, a diverse collection of humanity had converged deep within its subterranean depths where I observed their varied faces.0

"The followers are numerous," I said.0

The Sanctuary bustled like a village. Adults, elders, youths, children, women, and men—regardless of age or gender—were leading their own and their families’ lives beneath the already extinct land.0

"Yes, what do you think?" Quay asked. "Do they seem unfortunate?"0

I shook my head. The children here played energetically, their parents watched with contentment, and the elders passed on their wisdom, while smiles graced all their faces—a sight far removed from misfortune or brainwashing.0

"For it is entirely otherwise, and thus, I do not understand you, who seek to kill them all."0

"I am not killing them. I will preserve the souls of the followers. In my next world, they will be with me."0

Quay lightly waved his hand, and the space was inverted, becoming once more the surface of the Land of Destruction.0

"Then are we a temporary alliance?" Quay added, smiling up at me from the forsaken land overflowing with demonic energy.0

"... It is merely cooperation based on necessity."0

"Yes, at this point, I, too, am growing curious. If you really are the being God arranged for me," Quay...0