The church that had stood as a false sanctuary had, in truth, been nothing more than a gateway for the enemy.
Riley exhaled sharply, his teeth gritting together so hard they nearly cracked. 'So it was them all along…' he thought, his anger simmering beneath the surface.
In his past life, the Church of Fire had been relentless in its pursuit of players.
Where the Church of Light had extended a warm hand, promising healing, hope, and unity, the Church of Fire had taken a different path.
They had scoured the cities and fields, actively hunting down players, pressing them to join their ranks with promises of power, strength, and fiery dominion.
Their preachers had filled the streets with booming words, their zealots had stalked the dungeons, always with the same message: join us, embrace the fire, and rise above the weak.
At first, many players had done so. Desperate, confused, uncertain of what paths to walk, they had fallen for the promises of flame.
