"Excuse me, sir. Could I have a moment of your time?"
"Of course, Sister. Go ahead."
At your open and generous reply, the pretty silver-haired girl smiled, a faint, shy blush on her face.
"I hope I can tell you about my Father and Savior," she said softly. "Cthulhu."
Awakening in a ruined church amid the ice and snow,
You establish blood healing, train hunters, and build a deep-sea fleet… The weak northern frontier revives in your hands. Bells ring out, cold winds howl, and the Dream City is built up little by little, stained with blood. Lady Saintess, are you an angel fallen from Heaven? Or a glimmer of hope that reaches straight into people's hearts amid the darkness?
No matter what, we trust you.
And we believe you can lead us to a faraway place of eternal happiness.
"Then the Saintess grew tentacles."
