Beneath the temple bathed in holy light lie the filthiest bones.
The mentor I trusted with half my life spun the deadliest lie of all.
At the age of twenty, Ling Yun finally saw the truth:
The Holy City is no sacred sanctuary, but a prison.
The doctrine is no salvation, but a shackle.
And he, the chosen Child of Holy Light, is nothing but a pawn offered up to ambition.
When the barrier between holy light and shadow is broken, and a thousand-year-old lie exposed,
he stands amid the ruins of righteousness and evil, finally understanding:
There is no evil born into this world, only divisions made by human hands.
The old altar has fallen. He must forge a new path for himself.
