"I am Conse Proust, affiliated to the Executive Department of the Church of the Burning Sun. Maybe you are more familiar with my other identity." Conse held [Moon Cut] in front of his chest, the blade glowed blue, illusory stardust filled the air around him, and the magnificent stars gathered to complete the broken blade.
"The Seventh Seat of the Dark Moon Church - Gemini, I come on behalf of the Hall of Stars"
The light of the sword drew a wisp of the waning moon, killing all the evil spirits.
The arrival of the new calendar did not end the disputes of the past. The Upside Down Society, the ancient monks, the Royal Academy of Sciences, the Fire Worshiping Court, the City of Fallen Stars, the Iron Curtain of Eternal Night…. Prayer and the law still rule in an era doomed to decline. Everything emerges under the false prosperity, participating in this game of gods.
And I, Consuelo Proust, will offer a prayer called the stars to this world of gods.
