ㅤㅤㅤVol, XII. THE CULT; "Bats and Dark Liturgy" A black candle creates a somber glow in an abandoned church. A whisper in the darkness calls a bat to drift in. A stone statue of a gigantic bat stands guard at the altar. Black capes emerged from a shadowy corner, bearing silver trays filled with raw human flesh. The voice was hoarse, but it said, "You seek us," "But friendship requires sacrifice." The bat came closer, its body scorched by the first bite. It joined the Cult of the Night Wings, its wings spread, and its eyes glowed red. The flock of cannibal bats screamed loudly as they flew across the sky as night engulfed the earth. Only the night was growing darker; there were no survivors.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ SEEKING FOR FRIENDSHIPS. Ink──Triasih. @TRIIASIH & T.ME/FFUXUANBOT.