A rusted sword and a battered shield: that was all Lawrence possessed.
The world was full of plague, war, death, and famine. Having escaped death by the skin of his teeth, this ordinary man came to think that dying would be fortunate, while living had become a torment.
But his mission was unfinished, and he could not simply die.
For a thousand years, the cross atop St. Gregory's Cathedral had stretched out its arms, embracing all the suffering of the world. Now it fell into the dust with a soundless crash, and the entire continent trembled at its collapse. In terror, people realized that a violent, apocalyptic darkness had burst forth from the ominous Pandora's box. No one knew that this calamity was the sin of Lawrence, caused by a mere hour's delay, brought about by the cowardice of an ordinary knight.
And he would spend a thousand years making atonement.
