West Continent.
Light City.
The Holy Mountain stands tall, it is said this is the Land of Sunset, where boundless blazing light rises in the east and sets in the west, ultimately converging in Light City. In this world, daylight always fades, but only here, there is no night.
Red clouds enshroud, the lake beneath the Holy Mountain is tinted like red crystal, reflecting the shimmering ripples.
In the distance, an elderly servant bows towards the lake.
"My Lord, the Goddess has escaped, the Holy Judges have already assembled..."
His voice slowly spreads.
A lean figure clad in red armor sits cross-legged in the center of Red Lake, more vivid and brilliant than the sky or the lake.
The gentle breeze stirs, but the water remains calm.
Under the caress of the winds from all directions, ripples arise on the lake, yet around him the waves remain undisturbed, as if an invisible barrier shields him—
The eye sockets of that ancient armor gradually emit a blazing light.
