Fasting Flame On the towering, isolated and quiet peak, an ancient temple stands gloomy and prison-like. The temple is shrouded in a lingering thick haze, as if it is a cursed dark abyss, exuding a creepy atmosphere. Inside the temple, the candlelight flickers, and the dim light casts strange shadows on the walls. Twisted mysterious runes are engraved on the walls, as if telling ancient and evil secrets. In the middle is a hideous stone statue with a distorted face and eyes flashing with green light, as if ready to devour anyone who approaches. Deep in the temple is the secret residence of the leader. The place is filled with pungent spices, and all kinds of strange offerings are placed around, including dried human bones, gems flashing with strange light, and old books emitting a rancid smell. The leader sat on the chair made of countless human skins, his body was as thin as a stick, but his eyes were burning with fanatical and twisted flames. He was wearing a black robe with dark red mysterious patterns embroidered on it, like flowing blood. In the courtyard of the temple, a group of pale believers with empty eyes were standing silently. Their bodies had become weak due to long-term extreme dieting and fasting, as if a breeze could blow them down. However, their eyes revealed an almost crazy piety. The leader slowly walked out of his residence, his steps were light and strange, as if he didn't touch the ground. He glanced at the group of believers, with a twisted smile on his face. "Today is the time for you to prove your piety." His voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the abyss of hell. The believers nodded one after another, with fanatical light flashing in their eyes. They began a new round of extreme dieting, relying on very little clean water to maintain their lives. Some people even began to fast for a long time, and their bodies gradually became transparent, as if they would dissipate into the air at any time. Among them was a young believer named Alice. She used to be a vibrant girl, but here, her life was slowly being devoured. Her skin became as pale as white paper, and her ribs protruded, like a terrifying skull painting. But her eyes became more and more determined, and she firmly believed that through this extreme method, she could obtain the so-called "God's salvation" of the leader. Days passed, and the physical condition of the believers became worse and worse. Some began to have hallucinations and saw all kinds of horrible scenes; some fell into a coma and never woke up again. But even so, the remaining believers still held on, as if their souls were bound by an invisible force and could not break free. During the long and dark fasting process, the world outside the temple continued to operate as usual, the sun still shone on the earth, and the birds still sang happily. However, this temple on the isolated peak seemed to be an isolated dark kingdom, where believers struggled, devoting everything they had for the illusory extreme faith, until the end of their lives, falling into an endless dark abyss, becoming victims of the twisted faith, and being swallowed up forever by the shadow of history.