The Old Shinkotsu dazzled in the soft amber glow of the paper lanterns washing over the empty cobblestones while two figures strolled down the center of its roads.
Nom-Nom walked with her violet eyes glazing over slightly as she tilted her head to listen to the voice echoing across the spiritual bond.
"So basically… " She repeated aloud, dropping her voice an octave to mimic the Nico's tone before looking at the woman walking beside her, "... cultists who wanna speedrun the end of the world via the Night of the Red Moon and worship an Eldritch god?"
"Yes." Peko nodded, keeping her gaze fixed on the path ahead. "They are an ancient cult composed of the wealthy elite. They believe the end is inevitable, and if they hasten it, their god will grant them a place in the New World to live as kings."
Nom-Nom transmitted the answer back across the bond before her expression slowly shifted into a grimace.
