Glory

God has been dead for a long time. At a certain moment that no one understood, it tore itself into pieces with its own hands and dispersed divinity into all things - known as "Sansheng" in history. From then on, every living thing in the world contained a handful of sleeping gods. But the divinity was too heavy for the mortal body to bear: most of them slowly corrupted into monsters and dragons, and a very few captured enough and became demigod-like holy masters. The Holy Lords hunted and competed with each other, and the world was rotting away inch by inch in this endless strife. The light scattered by God did not last forever. When it fell into all things, it followed all things and died little by little. What is scattered is the saint, and what is mourned is the glory - the world calls this dying world after the scattering of the saint "the glory of mourning". In this half-dead world of decay, the Holy Church stands with "holy light" to block the darker things outside for the common people. Severn is the most dedicated sword in the Temple of Silence - hunting monsters, changing the light, and protecting those who should be protected. He believed in this light for twelve years and believed more deeply than anyone else. Until one day, he began to doubt whether the light he had guarded all his life was the kind of mercy he thought it was. This is a story about how faith is cracked inch by inch, and also a story about how a person turns himself into a monster step by step because of something he can't let go. The stronger he is, the farther away he is from others; and what awaits him at the end of this questioning is never redemption, but just the coldest but most unwilling to extinguish the glimmer of light. May you return to mercy.