Chapter 43
──Shirakurama Urara ke!
A group of hooded men stands before a giant furnace, offering prayers. It’s a sight utterly out of place in an era dominated by cutting-edge science and superheroes, yet this is their essence, their origin—a faith passed down since ancestral times.
Devil worshipers.
That was the old name of the Baphomet Corporation that rules over City B.
“─Honestly, still engaging in this archaic worship…….”
Lize, who was watching the ritual, pressed a button on the wall. A massive LED light embedded in the ceiling illuminated the cave, causing the dark-adapted executives to grimace and groan.
Gaaaaah!
Duh, my eyes— my eeeeeeyes—!
Seeing them clutching their faces and moaning in pain, Lize sighed, as if thinking how pathetic they were, and waited for them to regain their vision.