Dubu's figure abruptly halted, a voice neither cold nor warm proclaimed, "Rain of Light descends upon the Dark Calamity. Hmph! I shall allow no one to wreck my schemes."
One of the four figures in black stepped forward, its aged and hoarse voice breaking the silence, "Sect Hierarch, there's no need for impatience. This Rain of Light might not necessarily be the Savior mentioned in the Demon Decree."
The Sect Hierarch snorted and said, "It's better to believe it real than not. Besides, how could the Demon Decree be wrong? We have meticulously prepared for hundreds of years, and with our final victory in sight and darkness ready to engulf the land, we cannot tolerate any uncertainties. Serving The God of Netherworld demands caution. By the way, Elder Curse, how are things progressing with Moon King and the others? The messenger should have returned by now, right? Have they carried out my orders?"
