Glory. Redemption. Discipline. Freedom. Instinct. Judgment.
Six words, etched into the soul of Lumière for over one hundred and seventy years.
Passed down from parent to child, whispered each time someone speaks of the Day of Light.
It was on that day the Immortal Sovereign first appeared—bearing a power beyond human comprehension, emerging from a place no one could name.
With him came the Sacred Codex, a book he claimed held a complete account of another world—one inhabited by strange beings and ethereal creatures, bound to our world by invisible threads.
The Codex spoke of six rulers:
The Ruler of Light. The Ruler of Souls. The Ruler of Beasts. The Ruler of Ice. The Ruler of the Grand Sky. And the Ruler of the Underworld.
Each ruler embodied one of the six divine aspects—and, according to sacred texts, each was a servant of the Creator, entrusted with spreading life to the far corners of an unseen world… a world that exists beyond our perception, yet undeniably real.
Every ruler commands a domain within that realm, where lifeforms are born from the pure essence of their power.
One such example: the Elves, believed to have accompanied the Sovereign when he arrived in our world, claiming to hail from the domain of the Ruler of Light.
Another: the Angels—though no one has seen them, nor even knows what they truly look like.
But beyond the myths and holiness, the real question is:
What is this ruler doing now?
Since his arrival, he has called himself the Servant of the Divine, following rites laid out in the Sacred Codex.
Everything began with the appearance of what would later be called the Transition Points—invisible gates of limited size and duration, capable of transporting anyone who touches them to the other world in the blink of an eye… before vanishing.
According to the Codex, these points are the Creator's will manifest—to bridge the worlds.
Indeed, beings from that other realm have crossed into ours, bringing ruin and chaos, especially the savage Beasts.
And the Sovereign?
All we know is that he was once a man—a mortal who crossed into the other world with five others… and returned alone.
He declared that he had been chosen by the Creator, that he had inherited the power of the Ruler of Light—confirmed by the Elves and Angels themselves.
And indeed, we have witnessed fragments of that power: granting humans extraordinary abilities, and his own apparent immortality—unchanged in body and spirit for over a century and a half.
Yet... what we don't know far outweighs what we do.
His true power remains a mystery. His aura may seem serene—but it hides something darker.
His speeches are full of confidence, love for his people, encouragement toward self-worth and pride… but that image is only a mask.
Since the founding of the Empire of Lumière, he has never ceased expanding—by force, politics, or treaties like the one with Oraia—all under the guise of spreading light and life.
But the truth?
The truth is bitter. And filthy.
The army that sings of honor and glory is little more than a horde of liars—to themselves and to others.
Murder. Terror. Genocide.
No man, no woman, not even children were spared from the slaughter.
Burning fields. Mass graves without names.
They act like gods, immune to justice—because he said so.
But when you grant men unlimited power without consequence…
You have to ask: Who is the real monster in this world?
I, too, am from Lumière.
I was a soldier in that wretched army.
But for some reason, I still felt… human.
I held no loyalty to that Sovereign.
Years passed. A new generation was born—one that sees him as a living god.
Some even pray to him, never knowing the real Creator.
They reject the divine, and worship only the one who "grants power," even if he is a deceiver.
And still…
Even knowing he is only a man wielding incomprehensible power…
To question him is high treason. And traitors are executed.
That's why… I devoted my life to uncovering the truth.
I read every word in the Sacred Codex.
I dug through ancient scrolls, forbidden records…
I searched for the origin of his power, for the true role of the rulers, and the reason the Creator would entrust such might to a human.
Was it to defend humanity from the creatures of the other world?
Or was there something more… something unwritten?
Something intentionally erased?
...
"To uncover the truth, reading was never enough…"
It took far more than books—
It required unraveling lies and reconstructing history, piece by piece.
Most of what we know about Lumière's past is a distorted reflection of a truth long buried.
Official records, royal archives, even the stories of returning soldiers… all carefully sculpted to uphold the image of a wise and just Sovereign.
But the truth was buried with its victims.
Every crime, every war sparked, every treaty signed on the backs of innocents—hidden beneath sanctity and silver-tongued speeches.
And me? I stopped searching for answers.
I began breaking the cycle.
Long ago, I turned my gaze outward—to the other world.
Yes… even there, Lumière patrols escort the Sovereign and his generals when meetings are held between humans and other beings.
In the land of the Ruler of Light, where the beings said to have come with him—the Elves and the Angels—reside.
They have their own governing order, a society more advanced, a history untainted… or so I believed.
Whenever I could, I snuck away from patrols—visiting their temples, desperate to learn.
And there, I uncovered that the temples once devoted to the true Creator had been replaced in our world…
Replaced by shrines honoring the Sovereign.
As if the Creator had been erased from memory—replaced by a man.
That kind of deception… was no accident.
He fooled the people of Lumière.
And he fooled the Elves, too.
The greater truth I began to see?
The Sovereign serves no one but himself.
He doesn't spread light—he buries truth beneath a dazzling illusion of it.
And so… my journey stretched on.
Years spent in silence, in hiding.
Collecting secrets word by word—from forgotten books, drunken soldiers' lips, even a stone tucked in the ruins of a forgotten shrine.
Everything—so that one day, I might uncover the whole truth.
So that someone… might bring him down.
If I fail—
If I die before I can reveal it all—
Then the task falls to you.
—Éric