Morimens story · Special Ops
The Color of Blood
10 scenes, 680 lines
1. Repentance, before the fight
73 linesThe Lightbearer hath prepared a fire to purge this world of all iniquity. Luminifer ignem paravit, quo ex hoc mundo omnis iniquitas comburatur.
What are you?
I am a sinner.
What sins have you committed?
Greed... Desire... I have allowed evil to taint my soul, and then inflict pain upon the innocent.
What must you do?
Repentance to the gods and those I have wronged... I must endure the whip, bleed until the black sin flows out, until purification is attained.
Judgment Day is approaching. Only those pure of soul may enter the Innocent Haven.
May the lantern remain lit.
Londinium Church District Londinium Church of Father's Eternal Blessings
Rare sunlight disperses the lingering mist over Londinium, casting mottled shadows from scattered clouds and bringing a fleeting coolness to the people below.
Ribbons and flags stretch from the Church's towering spires, connected by poles to surrounding houses. The largest banner hanging between them reads "Bazaar Day."
Under the layered lintel, the heavy wooden door swings inward, allowing those who have completed the blessing ceremony to leave the Church's tranquil atmosphere and join the bustling, lively market.
Thank you so much for today, Miss Sophia.
You and Ogier walk at the back of these crowds, with a Church staff member named Sophia chatting and smiling beside you.
Yes, without you, we probably couldn't even squeeze into the Church!
The crowd was especially enthusiastic during Bishop Salvador's ceremony. I was just simply more prepared, that's all.
Next time you come, I'll reserve a spot for you in secret, so you won't have to worry about all that.
Is... is this alright? Wouldn't it be unfair to the others...?
Is that person important to you? The one you pray for.
Ogier's eyes flicker toward you for a moment, before nodding heavily.
Alright, let's keep this as our little secret, okay? Surely a devout and sincere child like you will receive some special favors from the Father.
A scream interrupts your conversation. Those who hear it whip their heads toward the source.
A corner of the square seems to be in chaos, gathering a crowd near the faint sounds of arguing.
...You... police station...!
Guilty... I... Purify...!
What's going on over there? Is there a fight breaking out...?
Let's go and take a look.
This...
Rest assured, Miss Sophia, we are quite experienced in such matters.
...Alright. I'll notify the bishop right away. Be careful, and come back straight away if you encounter anything remotely dangerous, okay?
We'll keep an eye on it.
Pushing through the crowd, you finally reach the center of the commotion, getting a clear look at those involved.
An entirely shirtless young man with sunken cheeks and bruised eye sockets is in the center of the crowd. Blotchy welts cover his arms and chest, seemingly left by a stick.
I deceived them, all of them! I am guilty! Despicable! Whip me, bleed me for my sins, I beg of you!
Don't move, you maniac! Where are the police? Has anyone called them?
Police? No, no... They'd only throw me in prison, not deliver me true punishment. Judgment Day is approaching, and the arrival of the Innocent Haven is at hand. We cannot delay the Purification any longer!
Let go of me! let go, damn you!
Suddenly, he looks up, biting the hand of the middle-aged man that was grabbing him.
AGH!
The man's grip loosens and the young man turns, dashing into the crowd.
Ogier quickly extends his spear. The man trips, falling to the ground, and you seize the opportunity to hold his arms behind his back and pin him.
Let go of me! I need to be purified! I need to be purified!
What's going on?
A steady voice sounds behind you, and the surrounding din fades away into silence. The crowds parts, making way for a bishop in a black clerical robe.
Bishop Salvador, blindfolded, walks towards you with an uncanny grace and accuracy. Sophia meanwhile, with her face filled with worry, follows closely behind.
Sophia... Sophia!
The young man, agitated, breaks free of your grip with an surprising strength, lunging toward her...
Watch out!
He abruptly kneels.
Sophia, Sophia, I know I was wrong, Sophia. Please, cleanse me of my sin!
E-Edward? Love, is that--
It's me, it's me! I shouldn't have deceived your sister, I regret it, I really, truly regret it!
He crawls forward on his knees, an awkward mess of crying and bowing toward her.
The devil has blinded my eyes and tainted my soul! Please, whip me, purify me! Judgment is approaching us! I don't want to be cast out of the Innocent Haven!
Calm down, Edward. What on earth are you referring to, exactly?
Please, Sophia!
Edward, stop.
The young man, still bowed, raises his head and looks toward Salvador in a daze.
Bishop...?
A dazzling flash of light streaks across the edges of your vision. Before you can even blink away the residual spots left behind, you hear Edward's voice teetering on the brink of madness.
No... no... you too are a sinner, we are all but mere, filthy sinners! Repent and purify yourselves! Lest we burn in the endless sea of suffering!
In the space of a moment, the young man's body falters, before falling straight to the ground with a heavy thud. Ogier silently puts away his spear, turning to look at you.
Get him to safety before he hurts anyone else. Call the police and let the professionals handle it.
Let him rest in the church for now; it's empty in there. Hopefully, he will be of a more sound mind when he eventually wakes.
He crouches down, helping you lift Edward off the ground and onto his shoulder.
I'll stay here a little while longer to see if anyone needs respite from Edward's turn.
You nod, but before you can turn around, that same light as before once more sears the edges of your vision.
?
Are you quite well, %player%? If you're feeling ill, I can handle it by myself.
It's...it's nothing, probably just dazzled by the glass reflection, that's all. Let's go.
2. Blood Sigil, before the fight
46 linesThe wooden door slowly closes behind you, shutting out the vendors' cries and the clamor of the busy crowds. You cannot help but breathe in the solace of the silence.
Your Excellency, the water you asked for.
Thank you, Ogier.
Salvador takes a clean handkerchief from his pocket and wets it in the water-filled bucket, beginning to carefully wipe the dust from Edward's damaged skin.
A slightly damp cloth brushes across his chest, drawing your gaze to his prominently visible ribs, he is far too thin, as if he has just survived a great famine.
...Sinful... blood... purification...
Blood, sin... Although you're not familiar with Chantry of Life's "Holy Scriptures", these sanguinary concepts don't seem to match your first impressions of this religion.
This "Innocent Haven" and "Purification"... they don't appear to be from the "Scripture"?
Indeed. Perhaps... perhaps it is a cult?
Scenes flash in your mind, a girl with a dagger, a woman in a black veil, and a room deep within Rye Hospital that can never be opened...
How many organizations like that of the Seafarers and the Church of the Lightbearers exist in this world, and how many more people will become their sacrifices?
Your Excellency, has Edward ever mentioned anything to you? Be it about other religions, ancient beliefs, or even folk legends?
Salvador puts down the handkerchief, turning towards you. Despite his eyes being covered with a black gauze, you can still feel his discerning gaze.
If so... Do you plan to investigate this matter?
Yes. I... have had contact with similar organizations, I know how dangerous they can be. I would rather like to not see any more victims in cases such as these.
You have a bright soul, %player%, warm, strong...admirable. May the light of the Father shine upon you, as it does upon all members of Mythag.
How did you...
The former bishop was my friend. He managed the Church for decades. He knew a great many things.
I will do my best to assist, but I'm afraid I know of little else.
...Come to think of it, Edward was not the first victim of this sort of... cult.
Half a year ago, a young man named Philip in the Church District was sentenced to death for murdering his wife.
When he was first imprisoned, I visited him at the warden's invitation. He was pale, extremely thin, and refused to communicate with anyone.
I sat with him all day, and as I was leaving, he said the only words he had spoken that day.
"Do you see all this black blood?"
Before his execution took place, he took his own life.
The entire room was covered in blood, on the floor, walls, and the ceiling. Just standing there was enough to make one feel suffocated by the gore. Yet beneath all the gruesome bloodstains, I discovered a strange symbol.
Shallow and small, as if scratched by but a fingernail. If not for the blood seeping into the crevice, I might not have noticed the thing.
Next to the symbol, there was an even fainter mark.
The mark was crooked, as if carved by someone who has lost all his strength or drunk with the delirium of madness. Guided by the Father, I recognized it, it was indeed a word.
Purification.
That cult you theorise of is cautious and extremely skilled at hiding themselves. If Edward hadn't mentioned "purification" during that incident earlier, I would not have known that he had fallen deep into their clutches.
Do you remember what that symbol looked like, perhaps? Mythag might have some records that might prove useful.
Of course. Please, extend your hand.
He extends a finger, lightly drawing a simple symbol onto your palm.
This...!
You quickly take out your pocket notebook, hastily copying the pattern Salvador drew.
My Lord, what is the matter? What are those symbols?
Inverted triangle, a dot in the middle...
This...This is the symbol of the Church of the Lightbearers...
Bang!
Suddenly, the Church door is flung wide open. Sophia grips the door tightly, her hair messy and panting for breath. She stands bathed in the outside sunlight, yet her shouting rings loud and clear.
Bishop Salvador, something's wrong! The people outside...
Don't block the way, let us in!
A hand shoves Sophia aside, filling the once peaceful Church with piercing shouts and curses.
More than a dozen citizens rush in, some holding brooms, others with rolling pins. One of them waves their fist, still bearing Edward's bite marks.
Bring out that scoundrel Edward! We have a score to settle with him!
3. Fury's Madness, before the fight
46 linesEveryone, please, calm down. Is there no way we can talk about this?
There's nothing to discuss with this scum!
I should've beaten him up when he caused the death of Miss Millie!
That's right!
You look to Ogier and see the same confusion staring back at you.
Ladies, gentlemen, no matter what Mr. Edward has done...
Shut up! What do you know?
What are you helping him with?! Are you in cahoots?
Alright, folks, that scammer is here!
Beat them up! Make them pay!
This... this is the sanctuary of the Father God. Violence is not permitted!
Don't try to stop us! Sophia, have you forgotten what he did to your family?
We are avenging you, and poor Miss Millie!
A rock whizzes past Sophia's head, hitting a pew not far from you.
Kill him, kill him!
Another stone flies out from the crowd, landing at your feet.
And his accomplices, kill them too!
An object soars high into the air, its reflected light piercing your eyes. Just as you can pull Sophia back to safety, you heard Salvador's gasp from behind you.
Edward? Edward!
The person who had fainted earlier had awoken, seemingly unnoticed by everyone. He pushes you aside, rushing headlong to the front of the crowd.
Kill me, please, kill me!
Let my black sin flow and accept the punishment I deserve!
Ogier, a barrier!
But...
Do not expose the existence of the Awakener, the one rule that you know all too well. You look to the frenzied crowd, gritting your teeth in desperation.
I'll take care of the report. Saving lives is the top priority. Hurry up!
I...I understand. D-do pardon the intrusion!
The metallic tip of Ogier's lance clashes with the stone floor, briefly sparking with a brilliant flash. The pitch-black barrier vanishes in an instant, transforming into an invisible force that surges forward, forcing Edward from the vengeful, gathered crowd.
No, no! Purify me, I need to be purified! I must!
Edward struggles fiercely; you need all of your strength to even try to hold him in place.
Mr. Edward, please calm down!
Let go! This is my only chance to enter the Innocent Haven! Let go!
Just as control is about to slip through your fingers, a black gloved hand grips his arm along with you.
Edward, do not make any more mistakes that you might regret.
Edward stares, stunned. Both you and Salvador seize the moment to quickly pull him back.
The bishop steps forward, positioning himself between you and the angry crowd.
Ladies and gentlemen, I understand your anger, but violence is never the correct solution.
"Harm shall not be done unto others, for we art all siblings by blood." Remember the teachings of the Father.
What about him? Is it right for him to bring harm unto others?
Exactly! Stop shielding him, Bishop!
Leave him to us, Leave him to us!
Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control again, you move closely behind Salvador, lowering your voice to a whisper.
We'd better call the police, Your Grace. Even with the best mediation we can't handle a crowd like this on our own... Order must come first.
Y-You're right. I'll go right away!
Sophia bunches her hands into her skirt before taking off through the crowds, weaving towards the entrance of the Church.
I'll be back as quick as I can!
4. Jealousy's Blade, before the fight
86 linesAs the door hinges creak, a light distinctly different from sunlight pierces your eyes.
The afterimage lingering in your vision firmly occupies the center of your sight. You blink once, twice, even try to rub your eyes, but it refuses to fade. It sends a shiver down your spine.
A sudden sense of crisis invades your bones, as if ice-cold water seeps into your very soul. You frown: but Ogier has already taken control of the situation, so why...
Hand over that madman!
The mob's voices interrupt your train of thought. You can't help but let out a sigh.
Why are these people suddenly so angry? They seemed fine just a moment ago in the square.
Who knows, maybe the heat made tempers flare... Can you still keep it under control, Ogier?
Don't worry, my lord. This task is far easier than the last.
Can you surround them?
Surround them? Like... like this?
A pitch-black barrier briefly flickers before quickly expanding, enclosing the angry mob within.
Impressive, as expected of our little knight.
It's... I-it's nothing, my lord.
The mob strikes at the invisible barrier in vain, furious at their entrapment.
Sorcery, sorcery! Bishop, look, can you not see this witchcraft?!
Edward was ressurrected by your witchcraft back then! How dare you claim you're not accomplices! Kill them, kill them!
This isn't sorcery! This is...
It's alright, they just refuse to listen. You stay here and keep an eye on them. I'll go find some rope.
Alright, he can't escape out of this.
Edward is tightly bound to the corner of the pew. He struggles incessantly like a ravenous hound, his eyes filled with a desperate madness.
Meanwhile, the people trapped by Ogier's invisible barrier curse and swear, giving you a painful headache.
What on earth has he done?
Damn scum, I should have killed you when I had the chance!
A man pushes to the front of the mob. His eyes are bloodshot, and his face is contorted with hatred and a furious anger. At your feet, Edward visibly flinches.
You deceived Millie, scammed her of her flower shop, and drove her out of her own bloody house. You went and squandered her money on self-indulgences!
She jumped into the Isis River while carrying your child, you cold-blooded devil! Do you have any conscience at all?!
I don't know how you managed to escape with your life last time, but I swear, this time I'll cut off your head and avenge Millie!
Thompson.
Salvador stands between the screaming man and Edward, body-blocking them and raising a calming hand.
The Father's love descends upon all. Doing good unto others is his will. Acts of mindless slaughter are unacceptable, you should all be aware of this.
He killed Millie!
He should repent for this, yes, yet the dead cannot. Let him live so he can truly atone for his sin.
I let him live. I didn't kill him when I realised he was still kicking! And what happened? He turned his attention to Sophia's family, targeting her sister.
He will never repent; he doesn't deserve it! He must pay for everything he has done!
That's right!
Kill him! Make him pay with his life!
Salvador sighs.
Anger has blinded your eyes, my child. Do not let it lead you any longer. Look at him. Does he not show signs of repentance?
Edward remains curled up beside the pew, his head drooping sideways against its armrest, muttering words of penance.
A soul's single meandering should not condemn him to eternal darkness forevermore. Give him another chance, the path desired by Father God always welcomes the repentant.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knock interrupts your conversation, and a faint, unfamiliar voice comes through the door.
Your Excellency, are you there? Bishop Salvador?
The bishop pauses for a moment, turning to you with a hint of apology.
I'm afraid I will need your help once more, {Male=Mr.,Female=Miss} %player%, could you please take care of Edward?
He's tied up here, so nothing amiss will happen. I'll go with you. Perhaps Sophia has brought the police.
You and Salvador walk toward the door. As you get closer, the indistinct voices become clearer.
Salvador grabs the doorknob, opening the door...
Your Grace, you've finally opened the door!
The door is forced open, and the clamor of the crowd surges in along with the sunlight. A group of people crowds the entrance, completely blocking the only passage.
What is the meaning of this, everyone?
Certainly, Your Excellency. I suddenly felt the urge to, um... pray to the Father! Yes, I really want to go in and pray, but these bastards won't let me! Please let me in...
The person at the front of the crowd starts to step across the Church's threshold, yet is abruptly pulled back.
Why should it be you first? I've been standing here for ages. It should definitely be me!
Nonsense! Didn't we all come together? I was the one who knocked on the door!
Everyone, please calm down...
Salvador's voice is quickly drowned out by another.
Why does it have to be you two? We've been waiting for so long too!
You wanna fight about it, huh? Bring it on!
Fine, let's fight! I've put up with you for long enough! How dare you take the first spot? That position belongs to me!
Fight! Fight! The winner goes first!
People shove and push one another, even coming to blows. Yet just as you were about to step in, you hear a few muffled sounds behind you, followed by a hoarse whisper.
I must...repent.
Mr. Edward!
I should bleed...Bleed the black blood of sin.
Salvador turns, running quickly back into the Church.
I shall... shall purify...
Something breaks. A wet sound. Not loud by any stretch, yet deafening to your ears in the moment.
Edward bends over the armrest of the bench, the sharp wooden edge deeply embedded into his forehead. Bright crimson blood flows down the dark wood, quickly spreading across the floor.
Pink shards of bone and dark tissue peek through the gash; even from a distance, you can smell the heavy iron stench of blood.
He's dead, he's dead!
Salvador quickly kneels before Edward, covering the young man's forehead as if trying to futilely stop the bleeding.
Haha! Serves you right! Good riddance!
Those trapped by Ogier cheer at the gory sight, almost as if they were witnessing a grand, momentous occasion.
Meanwhile, the people around you exhibit completely different reactions from those inside the shield.
Damn it, he got the jump on me!
I alone deserve to die in the Church! Me!
The sheer force of the crowd pressures you to retreat. Only sidestepping into the narrow aisles of the pews lets you avoid being trampled by the crowd.
With the only obstacle, you, gone, the situation soon begins to spiral out of control.
Boom!
A large, bloody mark splatters on the thick stone pillar. The young man slams into the wall and collapses, his fingers violently twitching before he stops moving.
Damn it all, he beat me to it! Well, I'll be the first to die crashing into the door...
Ha, hahaha! You got the jump on me! But now, I'm the first to die!
I'm the first! Me!
...This...what is...
What on earth is going on...
5. Surrender to Languor, before the fight
76 linesThis can't be any ordinary event. We have to contact...
%player%, where are you?
William?!
Forget it, no matter where you are or what you're doing, drop everything right now and head to the Londinium Church of Father's Eternal Blessings.
There's something abnormal that requires your immediate attention.
Ogier and I are already on site. There's... There are a large number of civilians driven to madness. We require reinforcements, significant reinforcements.
The Committee and local police have arrived at the Church from the southwestern square. They confirmed the status of the abnormality and relayed all the information to us.
You guys need to find a way to regroup. I'll go look for Dexter and see if we can get more people from the Committee.
What about the civilians?
We have some self-harm cases here, along with a group with severe violent tendencies. We can't leave, it's too dangerous.
...Well, do make sure to discover the source of the event and resolve it completely. Only by quickly stopping the anomaly can they truly be safe. Be careful.
Why is Londinium so dangerous...
...I suppose this is the price of living in a big city.
In short, I'm afraid they can only truly be safe by stopping that anomaly as soon as possible.
Hurry, Keeper. Be sure to resolve this before the situation worsens further.
Got it. Ogier, lower that barrier first. Let's meet up with the agents from the Committee.
Sure, but what about these people? If we remove the barrier, they'll definitely riot or worse.
You hesitate for a moment.
I know, I'm worried too. But... but William is right. Only by stopping the anomaly as quick as we can, can everyone truly be safe.
...I understand, my lord. I will follow your orders.
Bishop Salvador, it's dangerous here. Please, come with us. We'll send you somewhere safer after meeting with the Committee and the police.
Don't worry about me, prioritize your work.
Then, let's be going.
The once bustling plaza has fallen into chaos. People fleeing in all directions with people in chase, and people revelling in the violent blooms of their own blood... Claimed by the intoxicating sway of madness with symptoms of differing intensity.
Following Ogier, you rush to the southeast corner of the square as fast as you can but inevitably get separated by the crowd.
Yet as you contemplate whether to turn back, you hear a familiar voice.
%player%!
Sophia's panicked face appears before you, followed by several others: two in Committee uniforms, two dressed as police.
Are you... the Keeper?
You look at the agent beside you in surprise.
Do you know me?
We've all seen your picture, {Male=Sir,Female=Miss} Keeper. MTC Regional Maintenance and Management First Response Team Alpha group, at your service.
How come there are only a few of you? Where's the rest of the reinforcements?
We're just the investigation team. Reinforcements should be on their way.
We came here after receiving a report from this young lady. We thought it would be a minor issue, but it turned out to be rather serious.
Must contact immediately...
That dazzling white light shines once more, and a piercing pain shoots from the back of your eyes to deep within your brain. You squeeze your eyes shut, yet it does nothing to ease the pain.
Contact... ah... contact...
The voice of the Committee agent fades and the afterimage in your eyes obstructs your vision, but you can clearly hear through the pain: the sound of someone collapsing.
This is... Alpha... um...
One.
I... haven't slept for days...
Two.
I'm so exhausted... I need to rest for just a minute...
Three.
Secret Keeper...
A warm sensation. Someone approaches you, grabbing your hand tightly.
Report... and then...
Four.
Officer, officer! And you, Agent!
You rub your eyes, barely making out the scene that's laid out before you.
The Committee's Agents and officers lay scattered across the ground. Their eyes are closed, with their bodies barely moving an inch except for their faintly rising and falling chests, as if...
...Asleep?
The sound of more people collapsing reaches you. In the fading light, you notice that the square appears less crowded than before.
Or rather, there are fewer people standing now. A large portion of them are lying on the ground, just like the few at your feet, seemingly in a deep sleep.
Some of them are sitting on the ground, motionless. You cautiously approach one of them.
Sir, sir? Are you alright, sir?
The man gives you an apathetic glance, unresponsive to your questioning.
They... they look so tired...
Tired? You look at the sleeping officer, then at the dazed citizen in front of you, and have to admit that Sophia has a point.
These people are listless and devoid of vitality, as if something has amplified their fatigue, leaving them unwilling to move.
Senior William, I'm afraid the situation has changed. We still need those reinforcements.
We've already informed the Committee. Hang in there.
But what now? They're just... lying here. What if those lunatics...
Let me think, let me think...
You close your eyes, sinking into the darkness...
The noisy chatter gradually becomes a blur. Your consciousness ascends higher and higher, until all the shouting fades into distant shadows... Until even the concept of sound itself ceases to exist.
Two bright stars hang before you; one sways up and down, drawing near to you affectionately.
You temporarily suppress your doubts, and lowering your head, you silently whisper.
Ogier, come here.
Ogier, follow the Link. Come to me.
The young knight hesitates, turning to the bishop who had only just joined by his side. If he left now, whether the bishop could ensure his own safety would become a problem.
Noticing his gaze, Salvador simply gives a gentle nod.
{Male=He,Female=She} must have run into trouble, let's go together.
6. Hunger Sated, before the fight
109 linesThis is it, the last one.
You and Sophia carefully move the officer behind the crate, temporarily hiding him from the view of the mob.
Do you think Ogier can find us here?
I've got... let's call it chemistry with him. He will come.
Sophia nods, cautiously glancing in the direction of the square.
I wonder how His Excellency the Bishop is doing...
I had Ogier go to find him before we split up. They will be fine.
This way...
Seeing her hands still trembling as she clutches her apron, you decide to say something to distract her.
Have you known Bishop Salvador for a long time?
Hmm? Oh, that was... ten years ago. Back then, I was just a child, visiting the newly appointed bishop with my mother and elder sister.
He often helps at the charity house I sponsor, and we gradually got to know each other. The bishop has a kind heart, full of tolerance and love for everything and everyone. I deeply respect him.
So you work as a clerk at the Church?
I truly wish to help more people, but... if that hadn't happened, I... I wouldn't be the way I am now.
Your Excellency, Your Excellency!
Sophia...? What's going on at this hour?
Bishop, it's terrible! My sister, she, please come quickly. I beg you!
She's simply fallen asleep. However, ensure she gets plenty of rest and make sure she gets nutritious food in the coming days.
I will, I will. Thank you, Your Grace, truly thank you...
The wound on her wrist is deep... That's almost reaching the tendon and bone. What... happened to her?
The graceful woman opens her mouth, her already aged face appearing even older from the stress.
Oh, Your Grace, where do I even begin... My daughter, my poor Olivia...
It's Edward Bailey, Your Grace. The painter on Carlisle Street.
He said he knew an Aglo trader planning to open an art center in Londinium. They had everything ready, just needing a reputable local partner as the face.
Olivia signed all the agreements, the lease, a loan, a mortgage... everything. By the time Mother and I found out, it was already too late. We...
The bank delivered the final ultimatum today, they will repossess the house tomorrow. Olivia saw it and... she... she couldn't bear it all...
The lady gently sobs, her handkerchief already soaked with tears. Salvador turns slightly, seemingly looking towards the closed door.
My child, I'm afraid I have an unreasonable request.
Your Grace?
Mrs. Foster, who manages the daily affairs of the Church, has fallen quite ill and needs to rest. I'm quite troubled about all this, I'm not good at keeping track of all these tasks. Would you be willing to take over temporarily as the Church's clerk?
Your Excellency... I...
Of course, the clerk needs to move to the Church. It's not very convenient, but we always have plenty of rooms, enough for you and your family.
Would you be willing to assist?
Of course...! I-I'd be happy to help! Thank you, Your Grace, really, thank you...
Olivia had been blaming herself deeply and was devastated after the trial. She threw herself off the bridge while my mother and I weren't paying attention.
When we found her, i-it had already been two days. She... Mother was heartbroken, and not long after, she also returned to the Father's embrace.
Sophia turns away. She raises her hand to wipe her face, and as she lowers them, you can see the traces of tears that graze her fingertips.
It's...It's all over now.
Under His guidance, the black sins will eventually vanish. Dawn will come in time.
The rapid thunder of footsteps approaches. Sophia tenses, and you signal her to stay calm, cautiously peeking out from behind your hiding place.
My Lord!
Shh. Bishop Salvador? Are you well?
Ogier is a dependable child. Thanks to him, I've managed to survive until now.
Isn't that the Committee's uniform? What's going on with the officers?
We don't know either... It's as if they fell asleep and simply can't wake up.
Behind the Church is the clergy's residence. I locked it when I left in the morning, so there shouldn't be anyone there.
While they're all subdued, let's retreat to the Church. Reinforcements will arrive soon. I'll need your help once more, Your Grace.
Of course, I am here to assist.
You struggle to wade through the crowd. Ogier struggles to fend off the attacking mob as signs of fatigue begins to hit, so much so he struggles to support the person he is supporting.
Bishop Salvador's face was covered with dust, and his long hair, soaked with sweat, clung to the sides of his face, making him look quite disheveled.
This event happened all too suddenly, and deteriorated all too peculiar. Even in Mythag's records on Dissolution, such a strangely paced mutation has never been seen before.
Ogier, did you notice any strange lights on your way here?
Lights?
Blinding, like something reflected. I've seen it a few times, and every time that light appears, everyone's behaviour suddenly gets even worse.
Angry people become even angrier. Those who strive through jealousy are even more fixated on being the best, for example.
With all these people suddenly feeling drowsy, I suspect...
Sudden pain spreads like wildfire in the back of your head. Ogier's pupils contract sharply in the bright, piercing light. He opens his mouth as if to say something, yet...
A blinding white fills your vision.
The light is behind you, in front of you, enveloping everything you can see. Accompanied by a piercing, all-engulfing hum, followed by a gentle whisper, and an...irresistable impulse.
Sleep now, %player%.
A sudden wave of dizziness hits.
You should have remained asleep.
In the vast whiteness, you even lose the ability to distinguish your sense of direction...
Only when you fall asleep can the world @4
Seeing the Keeper about to fall, Salvador quickly steps forward to catch {Male=him,Female=her}.
My Lord!
The little knight is torn between his duty. Protect the civilians, or let go of who he was supporting. Salvador checks the Keeper's breathing and nods towards him reassuringly.
{Male=He,Female=She} is fine, maybe just too tired.
Tired... The same as the others?
All those who were screaming, cursing, fighting, or even harming themselves stopped without anyone noticing. Their eyes are vacant and hollow, like mechanical puppets frozen in time.
The square had at least a hundred people, yet not a single sound was heard. Under the gradually darkening sky, they resembled a flock of lost souls.
Salvador turns back, looking towards the direction of the incoming white light. Behind him, Sophia, who was supporting the officer, appears tense.
It's all my fault. I failed to notice the lord's state... If only Miss Ramona were here...
You've done well, my child. Without your protection, we might have been injured in the Church.
But, my lord...
{Male=He,Female=She} must have been affected by something, it's not your fault. Chin up, you'll still be needed on the road ahead, little knight.
I... I understand. I'll do my best!
Seeing the boy perk up, Salvador turns his attention back to the present. The unconcious Keeper's breathing is shallow, seemingly in some sort of struggle.
Taking advantage of the cover provided by his posture, the hand in black gloves touched the young {Male=man's,Female=woman's} forehead.
Merciful Father, bestow boundless grace upon your people...
A faint blue light seeps through his fingers, quickly concealed beneath his wide robe before anyone could notice.
The Keeper's hand twitches as {Male=his,Female=her} brows furrow, muttering something unintelligible.
Can't... sleep...
Ogier leads the group, with Salvador supporting an unconscious body on each arm, carrying two people who had lost consciousness all by himself.
Birds fly overhead in the stillness. Somewhere, a wind chime sways in the breeze, its monotonous sound breaking the chilling silence.
...Hungry...
...?
I'm so hungry...
Your Excellency, did you hear...
Salvador comes to a stop.
Before them, a man who had been standing oh so still, suddenly sniffs, reaching out to the person beside them.
Meat, so much meat... I'm so hungry... So hungry...!
Warm blood splatters on the ground, the metallic scent instantly awakening those from their state of torpor.
Give me meat, I need meat!
AHHH!
The once silent square is fills with a cacophany of screams, the wet sound of tearing Caro from bone fills the once silent square. Ogier quickly raises his spear, blocking several people who lunge toward him.
Your Excellency! We must hurry!
Salvador begins to take a step forward, before feeling a weight on his side: a citizen desperately grabs and claws at the still-sleeping Keeper.
Meat... Meat!
The man opens his mouth to a seemingly unnatural degree, yet Salvador pulls back, using his arm to block the incoming bite.
A massive tablet rises from behind him.
The smell of wrought iron blood burns at your nostrils. The blue light of conciousness appears at the edge of your vision, gradually dispersing the all-encompassing white mist.
The incomprehensible murmurs gradually fade away, replaced by noisy voices, screams, wails, and whispered prayers beside you.
Merciful All-Father, awaken thy "Pale Flame" so that {Male=he,Female=she} may continue to guide our way.
A shadow with a familiar shape looms before you as you slowly open your eyes.
Madness, blood, chaotic and chilling screams... All of it was isolated behind a giant tablet.
Each tablet is engraved with complex runes, each glowing with a blue light that flows like a galaxy reduced countless times in size.
A streak of blue light flows from Salvador's arm to you. As it reaches you, the pain in your head quickly subsides until it vanishes completely.
Bishop...Salvador?
7. Purge the Sin, before the fight
43 linesBlue light slithers over you like a snake, wiping away all pain and fatigue in its wake. You feel lighter and more energized than ever before.
Bishop Salvador... is...
The runes on the stone tablet flicker rhythmically like breathing, with more blue light spreading out like the roots of a giant tree.
Countless injuries and deaths, cries and wails, alleviated by a miracle.
The scent of Church incense lightly brushes past your nose, faint and subtle, almost as if it doesn't exist, yet it completely covers the smell of blood.
...an Awakener.
You've saved those sinners once again.
A cold voice interrupts your words. You turn around and see Sophia's silhouette.
Yet again...that "Blessing" on these scum. Tell me, Bishop, did you save Edward in the same way back then?
Miss Sophia, what are you... doing?
If it weren't for our kind bishop, he would have died a year ago, and none of this would have happened.
Bishop... Bishop Salvador...
Edward?
The sweet, metallic scent grew stronger with each and every step. Salvador had long abandoned his ordinary vision, but upon awakening once more, he could see the gentle light of the souls around him.
The soul before him floats up and down in the darkness, nearly extinguished.
Oh my goodness, Edward! Lean on me, I'll take you to the hospital!
No! I... No. This is my own doing.
The soul flickers again, growing even dimmer. His time is running out.
You warned me not to thrive on others' pain, not to deceive. I should have changed, but I never listened... *cough*!
*Cough, sputter*, a puddle of liquid splatters on the ground. The smell of blood grows even stronger.
She's dead now... Millie is dead...! That lunatic Thompson wants me to join her in death. I... I don't want to die, Your Grace, but I also...
I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Forgive me, Your Grace. Only the Father can forgive me, only the Father...
A faint blue light shines upwards, illuminating parts of the stained glass. The Father God on the window gazes down quietly, just as He had for centuries.
Under Salvador's hand, the young man's injuries heal rapidly, as if he had never been injured at all.
Open your eyes, Edward, and cherish the opportunity granted to you by the Father.
Thompson said he went all out; he couldn't understand why Edward survived. But I know. It was you who gave Edward the "blessing," allowing him to escape with his life.
He approached my sister after, and destroyed my family...
...I am indeed responsible for their deaths. If I had been more vigilant and pulled Edward back onto the right path in time, you wouldn't have to endure such suffering.
If this may calm your wrath and comfort your hear, then pass judgement unto me. But do not let hatred cloud your vision, bringing unnecessary suffering to the innocent.
You deserve to be judged, arrogant sinner!
You presumptuously forgave the sins of the victims, misusing the Father's "blessing" to save sinners and let the good suffer. Who do you think you are?!
What gives you the right to offer forgiveness, or the right to give those scum a "chance to change"?!
The Lightbearers are right. This district that shelters sinners only breeds the vilest sin. If we want others to avoid suffering as I had, if we want everyone to live in happiness...
She aims a strangely shaped handheld mirror at the sky, the sunlight turning crimson the moment it shines.
You, along with these vile scum, must be purified.
The sun disappears from the sky, darkness quickly falling as a crimson moon swallows up the sky.
The scarlet moonlight spills onto the ground, dyeing everything in a glaring red.
Sinners, cut open thy flesh, let your sins flow out...
Those who were fighting each other turn their heads toward the order, carving into their own flesh with blades and teeth.
Welcome to the Innocent Haven of the Shaper of Pure Silver!
The crimson reflected glow of light flickers violently, accompanied with the screams and wails of the living hell at play within the square.
8. Our Failing, before the fight
44 linesThe blood moon hangs high, its crimson light acting as the most potent catalyst.
Brawls escalate into brutal beatings, self-harm spirals into suicide, those actively seeking death ending their lives in unimaginable, violent ways.
The metallic scent of gore completely overwhelms the lingering incense. Under the red light, the splattered blood appeared as black as ink, and those driven to madness seem to resemble monstrous devils only seen in nightmares.
Amidst the endless blood and slaughter, Sophia's pristeen dress stands out above all. She wipes the blood from her face, her laughter ringing through the chaos.
Let it flow, let the evil within your body flow! Let the black blood flow!
Repent, sinners! Purify your filthy souls before the stern Lightbearer delivers judgment!
As she holds the mirror, a crimson light flickers, piercing and penetrating your eyes directly into your mind and spirit.
You instinctively clutch your head, fingers deeply tangled in your hair. The ringing in your ears overwhelms your senses once again. A voice whispers in your mind, its tone and pitch both alien yet familiar.
Sleep, %player%. Why struggle?
Sleep now, @4. You should have found peace long ago...
As your consciousness fades, you hear the sound of an eerie flute.
Sleep, sleep...
Sophia, stop.
A shadow blocks the glaring red light.
A gigantic tablet hovers before you. Complex runes glow faintly with a blue light, yet somewhat dimmer than before. Salvador, who commands it, appears increasingly pale.
You knew what this meant. On the Sona-Nyl, similar situations occurred with Celeste and Elton.
...Same old thing. Unlike Mythag's best, I'm just an ordinary person, lacking in spirit, unable to see the Dissolution.
The Linker's mind and body struggle to support the Awakener's abilities. Summoning a Domain that can block the celestial pull must have pushed the Awakener to their very limit...
Suffering cannot be resolved by more suffering. Become not one of those who spread it. Stop, while there is still time... This is not the path of righteousness.
You are wrong, heretic Bishop. What I practice is the one true divine will. Only when you and those sinners dissappear will the Innocent Haven arrive, and those righteous find happiness.
These people are not sinners; it's all because of that mirror of yours!
Naive child... The mirror reflects and amplifies their desires. It does't force them... I merely allow them to see the darkness within their own souls.
You... Is this your standard for judgment?! Whether someone has desires?!
They will eventually succumb. Instead of waiting, why not nip it in the bud right now?
This isn't a fair trial! A fair trial should have evidence and laws...
Laws... Ha. Do you know how the law dealt with the criminals who ruined my family?
I'm sorry, ma'am...
Th-there must be some misunderstanding... How could this happen?
I fear handwriting experts have confirmed that Ms. Olivia's signature is genuine. Several witnesses also testified that Ms. Olivia was of sound mind and not under duress when signing...
That's because she was deceived!
I'm afraid we can do little without relevant evidence.
No... No... There must be something we can do, we can't just give up! Please, help us! That's everything we have left!
With all honesty, given the current situation, appealing would be a waste of effort. Considering Ms. Olivia's debts, I suggest you allocate the money to where it is more urgently needed.
Excuse me, ladies and madam. I sincerely wish you good luck.
Laws crafted by sinners only protect sinners, and districts sheltered by sinners only breed more sin. To truly end sin, we must eliminate its source; only then will suffering truly cease!
In the name of the supreme Lightbearer, purification must be completed!
Sophia...
Salvador's voice grew weaker, his body becoming visibly more transparent.
His power is fading, but he cannot stop. If he fell, the madmen mutilating themselves would die.
What do I do, what do I do? Looking around hurriedly, your gaze finally settles on Sophia's mirror.
Ogier, I'll distract her, you seize the chance to take her mirror.
But...
I can take care of myself. The Bishop has bought us little time, hurry!
Yes {Male=sir,Female=ma'am}!
9. Our Failing, after the fight
53 linesOgier throws his spear with a great force, piercing the silver mirror.
Fragments of the silver mirror fall as if like stars, and with them the crimson moon, riddled with cracks, shatters completely.
The monster collapses with a mournful scream, its massive body dissolving in a pool of dark, coagulated blood. In the gore, only a human figure remains...
The blood moon fades, and sunlight shines upon the ground once more, illuminating the body lying in a pool of blood. Sophia stares blankly at the sky, murmuring under her breath.
Eve... I have failed you, failed the Lightbearer... I couldn't purify them, couldn't cleanse their sins...
Bearer of the light... You, shaped from pure silver... I implore you...
She takes a shaky breath in, and a final exhale leaves her fragile body.
The square is in disarray, the wounded lie upon the ground; many have lost their lives. Others moan in agony, unable to comprehend the previous, horrendous events.
Ugh... My head hurts...
Where am I? How did I...
Your Excellency, is that you? What happened to you?
Please... wait...
The blue light completely dissipates without anyone noticing...
Salvador kneels between the tablets, still trying to restore their power. He looks up at you, bloody tears streaming down his white bandages.
My lord, what's the matter with The Bishop?
The link lacks power, but with such severe instability... I've never seen it before.
My Link... was... the former bishop here... I can't... overextend him...
Pale Messenger... please... please...
He trembles, raising his hand and gently placing it on your shoulder. Yet you could barely feel its weight anymore.
He is fading quickly, unless...
You hold Salvador's hand, closing your eyes...
Darkness. The darkness is so peaceful, like an embrace, like a deep slumber.
Fleeting spots of light appear in your consciousness: the surrounding citizens are panicked, yet Ogier is determined.
Here is another one, emitting a faint, nearly invisible blue light. This is the second star you saw earlier, Salvador.
You approach it, hearing faint, muffled voices.
My family has always been dedicated to eliminating suffering and spreading the blessings of the Father... How did it come to this?
Shut up! How dare you slander my father like that! He is not that kind of person! Not at all!
Your Excellency, why is the world always filled with suffering?
If there were no sinners in the world, would people like my sister and mother no longer be harmed by others?
Is it possible to escape suffering and live happily ever after?
This is my responsibility...
The shadow of Salvador appears beside you.
Memories switch constantly before you. He shows little expression, yet you can sense a hint of sorrow.
I've always known that she harbored resentment in her heart. I thought she would let it go, but instead, she allowed it to fester.
He said you saved him that day, Bishop Salvador. Is that true? But why? He's done so many terrible things, deceived so many people... Why did you help him?
Second chance? Who can give my family a second chance? Who can give my sister and mother a second chance?
They are dead, Bishop Salvador. They have returned to the Father's embrace, leaving only me...
Only I remain...
Father God, have mercy and grant me another chance at life. I should have done better, but now I am repeating my mistakes.
Those thieves, gamblers, and addicts do not come to you seeking forgiveness or a second chance, but for self-comfort! An excuse to continue doing wrong!
Sinners do not repent, nor will they. Endless tolerance only disheartens the good and emboldens the wicked.
At this rate, you won't be able to save anyone.
I forgive them, I bring them solace, just as I forgive everyone and bring solace to all. We all share in the Father's love. We have the right to make mistakes and return to the righteous path...
Suffering is what the Father does not wish to see. What He hopes to resolve, and what I, as His agent, must dispel.
The suffering I have caused must be atoned for by myself alone.
He reaches out, gently brushing his hand. The yellowed memories rippled away like water, gathered into points of light of his spirit.
He turns to you, presenting the glowing light in his hands.
Please...Help me, Pale Messenger. Relieve them of their suffering so they can peacefully complete their journey.
Accept the Light
A blue light sways like that of a spider's thread. One end is linked to an aged but gentle Spirit, the other end delving into the point of light before you.
You carefully cut the thin thread, dying it with your own color.
A white light follows the silk thread ever inward as light spots appear, gradually dispelling the darkness.
Thank you...
10. White Hope Ignited, before the fight
104 linesThe tablet rises once more.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Salvador raises his hand, the continuous stream of blood from his body flowing onto the tablets before him. A blue light flows along intricate patterns, bright and dim, breathing gently.
All-Father of Genesis, our merciful Creator, please hear my prayer.
Gentle blue tendrils radiate from the tablet, passing through the crowds and dispelling the lingering scent of blood, leaving a faint fragrance.
The people standing slowly sat down.
Those sitting there, mouths agape, stare blankly at the miraculous scene before them.
Those who lost consciousness, or even stopped breathing, slowly opened their eyes in the gentle breeze.
Please...Erase their pain and soothe their hearts.
The people's eyes become vacant, their bodies relax. Panic and fear dissippate, replaced by calmness and tranquility.
Free them from the torment of suffering. Grant them "The Blessing".
The tidal light surges outward, and everyone closes their eyes, as if immersed in tranquility.
The warm sun overlooks all. All seems perfectly normal, except for the chaotic square that bears witness to the recent madness.
The tablet softly clicks, dissolving into the unseen shadows of the night. Salvador straightens his clothes and walks to Sophia's side.
...You shouldn't have saved me.
"All who find their way back can return to my embrace."
"Because you are all my children, and I love you all." But you are wrong, Bishop, and so is the "Holy Scripture".
Some people never change.
What brings you here?
Sophia, I...
Shut up! Isn't it enough that you caused the deaths of my sister and mother? Do you now come to their graves to gloat?!
I'm here to apologize. I didn't expect...
Sophia laughed sharply.
Did you apologize to Thompson like this after causing the death of his only family member and Millie?
You make me sick, Edward Bailey.
I truly regret it what I did, Sophia. I know I can't earn your forgiveness...
If you truly regret it, you shouldn't have gone to see Bishop Salvador on the day Thompson killed you.
Yes, I know how you survived, you coward. The Lightbearer told me.
The bishop's decision to grant you "The Blessing" was his most foolish mistake. You deserve to die, Bailey, by cruel and brutal torture.
I didn't want this either. I tried to control myself, I really did! After The Bishop saved me, I reported to the Church every day and volunteered at your charity weekly. Do you remember?
I want to be better, I really do. It was that Aglo guy, he said it was a foolproof deal and asked me to introduce a guarantor. I'm a victim too!
Even now, you're still evading responsibility. Even now... you haven't truly repented.
She takes out a silvery object from the inner pocket of her skirt. Its smooth surface glinted faintly in the sunlight, casting an ominous reddish glow.
Sophia...?
Repent.
Follow the teachings of the righteous Lightbearer, and purify the sins within your soul. Only then can you attain forgiveness.
What are you?
I... I'm Edward...
The mirror flashes, and the kneeling young man's eyes grew dazed once more. Trembling, he raised the stick in his hand and struck himself hard.
I'll ask once more: What are you?
I am a sinner.
What sin have you committed?
Greed... Desire... I have allowed evil to taint my soul, and then inflict pain upon the innocent.
What should you do?
Repentance to the gods and those I have wronged... I must endure the whip, bleed until the black sin flows out, until purification is attained.
Judgment Day is approaching. Only pure souls may enter the Innocent Haven.
May the lantern remain lit.
Just like you, even after two lifetimes, you still made the same mistakes.
...How did you know?
Is it important? Your sin of arrogance runs so deep, Bishop. Your soul must be utterly filthy.
Tell me, sinner, why don't you repent for the sins you preach against?
...because that is not a crime.
The Father's Relics always bear His light. Anyone can be blinded, but just as easily, anyone can rediscover the Father's light.
We cannot deprive someone of their whole life because of a single moment's action.
You say that, but have you ever considered those harmed by them?
When those Edwards regain the light, how many Millies must be sacrificed? How many Olivias?
Sin is sin, and wrong is wrong. Once committed, there is no turning back.
She looks to you.
Take me away, throw me into your corrupt laws. But remember, Judgement Day will come.
At that time, you will all be banished from the Innocent Haven.
The mirror has been secured, Keeper. The affected civilians have been sent to major hospitals and will be discharged after check-ups.
The official statement is that this was a mass hallucination event caused by a toxic gas leak at the factory. The city government will issue a public apology tomorrow and take disciplinary actions against the responsible individuals.
I understand. Thank you for your hard work.
This is what we should do.
The young man in uniform hesitates for a moment, then spoke:
How did you manage to do that?
Do what?
The situation was so chaotic, and yet with just yourself and an Awakener, you limited the casualties to around a dozen, almost a miracle.
You and Ogier exchange a quick glance. The young knight coughs lightly with his hands behind his back.
This is probably the unspoken understanding between my lord and me.
Regardless, I extend my gratitude to you on behalf of the First Response Team of the Committee. In the midst of the crisis, you didn't abandon our people, allowing them to return home safely. Moreover...
Many of us grew up here; the Church District means a lot to us. Thank you for everything you've done.
That's what we should do.
There is never too much gratitude.
Miss Sophia... What will become of her?
Interrogate her. We will pass judgment on her after finding out where the mirror came from.
The heretical ritual caused widespread chaos and numerous casualties... The Bishop hopes she will not be sentenced to death, but I am not optimistic.
What awaits her will not be a good outcome.
Bishop Salvador.
Are you leaving?
I am. Thank you for your help with this event.
This all started because of me, and you even kept my identity a secret. I should be the one thanking you.
Are you really not coming back with us?
Don't worry about the parish. As long as the conditions are right, we allow Awakeners to act freely.
Thank you for your kindness, but, I would rather stay here.
Father God revived me here, likely hoping I could help more people. If you have need of, The Pale Fire, come to me anytime. I will give my all to you.
I'm sorry, but... What exactly are the Pale Messenger and the Pale Fire?
It is the prophecy of the Father in the Scripture.
Boundless darkness will descend upon the world, the soul that is pale and warm is the emissary of hope, {Male=he,Female=she} will ignite the white flame to illuminate the path forward.
It can't possibly be me, right? There are so many people in the world.
Even though my eyes are covered, I cannot mistake the brilliance of a soul. Yours is so warm and bright. In all these years, I have never seen another like it.
The young Keeper turns and walks away. Salvador watches the glimmer, whispering a prayer as the door swings open for the final time.
May you illuminate the darkness with faint hope.
Report on Anomalous Events in the Londinium Church District A.F. 315 @2@3, Londinium Great Church District, a sudden outbreak of violence occurred in the square in front of the Londinium Church of Father's Eternal Blessings. Citizens present exhibited severe violent behavior and self-harm, making normal communication impossible. ... Abnormal behavior worsened after contact with an unknown light source, escalating into large-scale cannibalistic acts. Investigations revealed that the unknown light source was actually a handheld mirror made of polished pure silver. This mirror gathers energy by reflecting sunlight and moonlight. Individuals exposed to the mirror's reflections are driven by their most powerful inner desires, including but not limited to: violence, voracity, and somnolence, leading to even more extreme actions. The mirror was recovered by Keeper %player% and Awakener Ogier. Preliminary analysis indicates it contains Silver or Silver-like components. For more details, please refer to the special equipment research report provided by the Department of Special Equipment Research at Mythag University. ...
Upon interrogation by the Mystia treaty committee, Sophia Chastain admitted to joining the Church of the Lightbearers three years ago and obtaining a ritual mirror from the church leader, Temple Light (namely Ms. Eve), during the last Mass. When the agent further questioned her, Sophia Chastain began to pray and gave no further response. ...
The setting sun dispels the lingering haze in the sky. The church bell tolls, and the ship's whistle sounds at the riverside dock.
On the rooftop of a tall building, a cloaked figure stands alone with their back to the sun.
Even after sacrificing the mutated sinners, no Stigmata appeared. It seems the value of that mirror is just that.
Grant forgiveness to the sinner, bestow upon them "The blessing"... After all these years, you really haven't changed at all, Bishop Salvador.
The pyre cannot change you, nor can resurrection. When will you finally see reality? Perhaps...
She extends her hand into the air, as if touching something invisible.
The Keeper with a pale yet warm soul foretold can introduce more variables. Do you think {Male=he,Female=she} would be willing to join us?
A giant hound emerged from the shadows beside the woman, its twisted limbs somewhat resembling the mutated Sophia. It snorts in response to the woman's words.
Well, tomorrow is always a new day.
Let's go, dear. If we get the chance, we'll meet them again.