"Follow your will."
"Listen, once you succeed, I can absolve you of the price!"
This tangible reward further ignited the fervor in Kaecilius's eyes.
The previous agony of being used as expendable material had made him truly feel the price.
Such lowly servitude before Dormammu was more a fear rooted deep in the soul, desperate for approval.
Now that he could be spared from such a cost, he naturally knew he had to give it his all!
"Rest assured, I will complete the mission!"
...
Meanwhile, in the Current World, another 'Kaecilius' had successfully gathered those scattered followers.
And in Nangao Li, he had formed a cult.
In this chaos-ridden Nangao Li, cults were as common as cattle on a farm, frequently springing up.
Yet the 'Black Divine Cult' organized by 'Kaecilius,' though newly established, had rapidly spread underground due to the 'Divine Miracles' performed by its missionaries.
