"Obligation? What is obligation?"
"Is becoming a supernatural calamity necessarily an obligation in the great transformation?"
"You traitors of faith!"
Inside a secret base somewhere in the Promised Land.
A group of the Pioneer's subordinates was imprisoned in their own interrogation room.
Looking around, some people had their wrists pierced by sharp iron rings and hung on the wall; some had their legs slackened like mud in inhumanly impossible positions on the ground; some had only their heads left able to move, continually cursing.
In front of them stood a group of mysterious figures clad in gray hooded robes.
The center of the robes depicted a bizarre purplish-red sinister mask, with a chilling blue flame burning fiercely where the eyes would be.
The leader among the mysterious figures slowly removed his hood, revealing the weather-beaten face of a middle-aged man, whose beard was as untamed and overgrown as an abandoned field.
