(Not brainless, not routine, not systematic, unhappy writing, group portraits, high settings, high IQ combat, dark fantasy with Cthulhu elements, two thousand updates a day, no water injection at all)
Thorncovin's holy light enveloped the earth, but it could not illuminate the deep-rooted corruption and greed.
The True Bishop stands high in the sacred spire and uses faith as a shackle to imprison all living beings. There are many factions, which have long abandoned their original intentions and colluded with heretics. The Shining Society sneaks into the shadow ravines, feeds on flesh and blood, uses resentment as its power, and attempts to use the power of external gods to overturn the established order.
Under the false altar, there are countless oppressed creatures, there are sins everywhere, and there is resistance that no one dares to speak out.
Those who abandon God put aside their prayers, use sin as a blade and mist as a sharp edge, walking in the gap between light and darkness, tearing open the veil of hypocrisy, and exploring the buried truth.
When the Holy Light becomes a tool, when faith becomes a sharp blade, a group of prayerless people use themselves as torches and resistance as a way to question the true order of heaven and earth in the pull of sin and redemption.
This is a continent where theocracy is in conflict, and it is also an epic in which mortals rebel against gods and rewrite their fate.
