There is no night in Elya, where the scorching sun always hangs high and the cold wind never stops. Ordinary people living in Elya believe in the gods who once saved them. They hate the rich for being superior to others, but they are extremely eager for wealth to come to them.
"The gods got together with mortals and gave birth to a cursed witch." Such rumors appeared at an unknown time and spread throughout the country at an alarming speed. The weak god wanted to catch the real culprit of all this, but his weak body always warned that he could not take a step out of the temple.
Intention: How can you doubt me?