Meanwhile, the world still ran. Following the disastrous defeat of the Infernal and Celestial Saints, words of the Profane Prince's invincible might spread throughout the Holy Continent. At the same time, tales of his monstrous appearance filled the hearts of the billions of commoners with fright.

　　"Did you hear? Sixty-million troops, Two-hundred-thousand celestial beings, all slaughtered to the last by a sneeze of the Profane Prince!"

　　"A sneeze? Aren't you exaggerating a little bit?"

　　"What do you know? The Profane Prince is the mortal avatar of the One True G.o.d. His strength unmatched, his powers unparalleled. Ruling life and death! One of his sneezes is more than enough to squash all!"

　　"Talking about life and death, I heard all the plague victims that wholeheartedly surrendered to the Profane Prince's Cult were immediately freed of all afflictions. Better, they received ma.s.sive boons!

　　The cripples now walk, the deformed are back to normalcy, the maimed are restored and the dead back to life! I didn't believe it at first, but when my sister offered herself to the profane prince, her son, who died from the plague, rose from the grave!"

　　"G.o.d finally walks among us. Come, my friend, it's time we let go of the church's lies, reject the false idols, and embrace the road of salvation! Otherwise, we will really die in vain!"

　　"Well-said!"

　　Thus, the two friends completed their initiation ritual, pledging themselves to the new faith, and surrendering their souls to the Profane Prince.

　　Mausoleums filled with Phantasm Orchids were erected to serve as the initiations' places. There, priests oversaw the submission of the new devouts and indoctrinated them with the True Scripture.

　　It was a text written by Konrad, containing a new creation myth and all the precepts of his faith.

　　"The Profane Prince is the Self-Manifested G.o.d, The Uncreated. He existed before time itself and formed the world in three steps.

　　With a sigh, he destroyed primal chaos and created the universe.

　　With another sigh, he created the worlds alongside their heavens and earths. This world is nothing more than one among the tens of thousands that already wors.h.i.+p our Lord!

　　With a last sigh, he released the breath of existence, allowing the worlds to spin, and the creatures to appear one after the other.

　　Thus, the world was made."

　　A priest donning the black and white ca.s.sock of the Profane Prince Cult told the believers.

　　"l.u.s.t is no sin. It is the manifestation of your rooted need for survival. Without l.u.s.t, if men and women didn't crave one another, how could our species survive? The church attempted to trick you into thinking yourselves sinful so that it could control you.