Silver Moon Saintess Liya stood before the ruined temple, her silver-white hair gently lifted by the morning breeze, her gaze as cold and resolute as ice.
She stared at the destroyed Nature Temple in front of her, which once revered the Spirit of Nature and witnessed the harmonious coexistence of all races, but now had been burned down by the Holy Light Church as heretical demons.
Tongues of fire licked at the stone pillars and trees, thick smoke rose like a black torrent, painting the entire sky a dark red.
Scattered around the altars were the remnants of burnt offerings and charred Holy Books, the once sacred and pure atmosphere completely destroyed.
"David is the true savior of all races." Liya clutched her fists tightly, her cheeks flushed with the emotion intertwining anger, grief, and a crystal-clear understanding of the future.
At that moment, her pair of eyes, as bright as morning stars, suddenly emitted a green radiance.
